You know it's going to be a good morning when you wake up craving black coffee and skittles. Fortunately, a stop at 7-11 set me straight. Although, I think the boys thought I was crazy as I slowly and methodically ate skittles (never purples, they're icky) for the next 4 hours. OOOO and true story- on the way out of the canyon I convinced Craig to be "that creepy guy" who rolls down his window and asks a group of road runner ladies if they want some skittles. haha. I took a picture of it too. Super funny.
Box Elder with Scott and Craig. I like box elder a lot. Almost as hard as Gilbert, better views than Timp, and no one except the angry hunters in sight. They were angry because"we weren't the only people on the trail" and we needed to keep it quiet. Actually, we saw loads of wildlife (away from them) and yes, we were using a bear whistle and shouting "hey bear!" because our intentions were opposite. We wanted to yoddle and yell and holler like bitter rowdy teens.... but unfortunately (and despite my best efforts) I guess we're considerate people.
LOVED the summit push, and coming down the ridge. Daresay incredible. The sunrise this morning was rather amazing.
Coming back down I got lost in a song that was stuck in my head (Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey) and thought I got lost. I was kinda melancholy, wrapped up in the song (that had been stuck in my head keeping me up in the middle of the night.) Fortunately I stumbled into Scott, and he snapped me out of it, assured me we were on the right trail, and just down a bit we met up with Craig as well.
One of these days I'm going to get lost in myself and actually get lost.
Added on miles at Dimple Dell... for some reason an 8:30 AP felt nice. For as slow as I was all morning, it was a little ironic.
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