Tuesday, November 26, 2019

where the chilly winds don't blow


I had just crossed over the top of Blackrock when I decided to alter my course. I was just below six thousand feet and was planning on going higher but the trail was quickly becoming hard to follow and was covered in a layer of snow and rhime ice and a cold wind was blowing.

 If I stayed on my intended route there would have been little running over the next six miles and there was a good chance I would not have time to reach my intended destination and just 750 vertical feet below me it was sunny and warm. That was all the temptation I needed so I opted to save my goal for another day and altered my course for the Pinnacle instead.


That meant actual running instead of playing a slow game of shoots and ladders across the icey ridgeline.


And in the end, it was all worth it.


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