The weekend was good, not great, but good. There was lots of slack watching crap International break football, a visit from B, and I made a lasagna with homemade bolognese sauce. All good.
Fun Friday
I needed less than 3 miles to meet my 30 in 5 lumbering goal for the week, but ain’t no one going on a 2.5-mile hike. So, I went into Friday with a plan.
The plan was fairly simple; do one of my normal 5-ish mile loops, then follow the river via car down to Meridian Park for some Soiled Photo Creeping. And that’s what I did.
Dank Lumbers & Feeling That Vibe
It was kind of a dank morning for a lumber, but with the snow and ice gone, I really don’t care what the weather is like now, so lumber I did.
Officially A Cathy
As I folded clothes on Tuesday afternoon, I got a message from my friend Steve. He and I worked at the bike shop together a few years ago. He lives about 20 minutes south, and said he had an appointment in town on Wednesday mid-morning and wanted to know if he could tag along for a bit on my lumber before.
Steve is a great guy, and of course, my first reaction was 100% yes. But then I had to think for a minute.
Marble Ryes & A Lumber
As I readied myself for this morning’s lumber in the lot of the park, the Soobie belonging to the Two Aging Hippies and their geriatric dog pulled in.
Chattiness Avoided
Another week of lumbering started with a 5.77-mile loop in some non-spring-like conditions (34˚ and flurries). But hey, there was NO ice or snow on the trails, and there were critters out and about, so it at least gave the illusion that spring will come… someday.
The Last of It, Hopefully
The week has been less than stellar for a variety of reasons, including the fact that I only have a hair over 20 miles in my feetz thus far.
This is about all I feel like writing, so I’ll just post a few pics from the last few days, including a few from Friday’s 6.50-mile lumber that felt like I had been through multiple different seasons in two hours: snow, slush, ice, rain, fog, mud, and sunshine.
Avoiding The Ditch
I needed less than 5 miles to hit my 30-mile goal last week. Didn’t.
I aborted Friday morning’s lumber due to snow and ice coming down and promises of better conditions on Saturday morning. Until I woke up Saturday and had no desire to lumber.
At this point, I could wax nostalgic about a weekend of suck and the want to lie down in a ditch on the side of the road for a long nap, but I will save that for another day.
Not Bad Luck, Just Snow
Well, the Weather Mongers were not wrong, and I woke up to snow and high winds this morning. There were only a few inches at the time, but it was still coming down, and after four days of snowless hiking, I was not in the mood.
Running Out of Dirt
I was back in the woods this morning, and I was greeted with MUCH better conditions than yesterday’s freezing rain fest. It was a cool 27˚, but the sun was out, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.