I have been wanting to do this run for some time. Earlier in the year Hollie and I talked about doing it. I was happy to convince her and Thomas to join me on Saturday. It was going to be hard, long, and hot. That was expected. The views were beautiful, panoramic, and endless. We had the trail completely to ourselves, minus a couple friendly bow hunters. We read the trail was faint in spots, it is not often used, but we didn’t expect the amount of bushwhacking we encountered. I am guessing the wet spring and summer and the obvious lack of trail usage and maintenance were all factors. The grass and bushes were sometimes as high as my armpits, and it was impossible to see where to step. Invisible tripping hazards abundant. It certainly slowed things down, but being on a ridge line surrounded by mountains and canyons the inconvenience of it all did not matter. I have the best friends. Ones that will run with me and don’t complain when things get hairy. We run, we laugh, we keep each other going. Without them the steep hill climbing and crazy bushwhacking wouldn’t have been nearly as tolerable. Without them my life would be less full. I do love to run alone, and it is needed at times. My most reflective moments seem to be when out by myself. However, nothing brings more joy than running a hard trail with great company. Sharing the pain, grit, ups, downs,weather, mountain peaks, and rocky descents makes any running experience more pleasurable. Misery loves company, right? Something like that. 🙂
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