Go, you chicken fat, go away!

Usery Pass again with Mike and John.  I'm feeling better each week.  We discovered a porty potty at the main intersection where they're doing some construction.  I needed to use it so I just did a little bit of stretching and ran to it before Mike and John started.  The honey bucket was on a trailer that wasn't secured to anything so it became a balancing act.  I was most afraid of losing my phone to the murky blue deep.  I had brought my own TP, but I was glad there was some in there because, boy did I need it.  By the time I finished, Mike and John were ahead of me, but I could see their tail lights.  Because they got another head start on me, I decided that when the last of them passed me on the way back, I would turn around.  I heard another coyote.  It sounded far off, so I howled back.  Actually it was more like a Ric Flair whooo!  After that I didn't hear the coyote anymore.  I got passed by a cyclist who had a pretty good pace going for the uphill.  When he caught Mike and John was about the last time I saw them until they were coming back down.  First Mike came by.  I'm not sure if he was ahead or if John ran further.  I think the latter.  When John came by I ran for about another 30 seconds and then turned around.  I kinda wished I hadn't because I was only a quarter mile from the top.  Oh well. About a half mile before the bottom, a group of three ladies were running up and they were getting passed by a handful of cyclists.  It was nice to see so many active people out.  Also right then, I saw a guy taking a picture of some of the famous Salt River horses.  I'm not sure if I would've noticed them if he wasn't there.  I paused and snapped a quick picutre myself.

When I got to the truck John and Mike were surprised that I was back already.  Little did they know I didn't go all the way to the top.