Wicked triple sister-O-pAiN! (to borrow some Oreo lingo.) Started with an Indian Trail over and back. Felt great! Ran into the the Hyperphil/Cory/Matt/Goat train going the other way and was nearly persuaded to follow the Goat on his quest for the triple sister. Choose to stick to my solo run to avoid having to chase that Mtn Beast all day.
Felt great coming back outa the long climb from Ogden Canyon. Trail is in great shape except for the weird fallen tree carnage all over the place. In ten years I have not seen so many trees down across and near the trail. Not just winter fall either, they keep happening. Almost everytime I run up there a new tree has bit the bullet. Crazy.
Even crazier is the rock fall. Two huge boulders sitting right on the trail wedged into trees. With in the last three days a boulder the size of a truck cut loose above the trail, leaving giant exploded pine trees and a huge rock completely blocking a large section of the route! Maybe the indian spirits are pissed at the graffiti morons that seem to hit something up there a couple of times every summer.
Anyway, back over Indian, across on the BST and up Malan's. Felt great until I hit the snow covered trail, which zapped me completly. Kept something resembling a run going all the way up though I was seeing a few stars by the top. Goat and I exchanged a hand slap as he was runnig down and I was shuffling up. Spent a few seconds doubled over with hands on knees at the fogged in peak and then pushed the pace hard on the way back down.
15.5 miles, 5000 vert. Kept a run going all the way through. Legs are now Jello-sauce. Still amazes me that this is 30 seconds from my door and I was never more than 5 miles form home. Very thankful to have world class trails so close. | 