A lawn chair. A cold NW IPA. Maybe a good novel. This was my original plan for approaching the White Salmon Half Marathon. Assuming annihilation after running 100 miles up and down San Diego mountains the weekend before, I promised my good friends Willie, Sonya and Nina that I would come and watch their race. The way San Diego turned out, I decided to sign up and run with them instead.
25 miles, 9000ft+ vertical. Elk and King Mountain connection in the Coastal Range with Trevor. Couldn’t have been a more beautiful day.
I decided at the last-minute to bail out of Big Horn 100, due to its unprecedented snow pack and subsequent major course re-routing. Fortunately I was able to claim the last spot remaining in the San Diego 100 mile race, happening only a weekend earlier.
Battles: Wall Street. I’m not sure what’s better, the tunes or the camera work.
Le Blogotheque – Take Away Show.
In an annual Vitamin D pilgrimage to Todos Santos, Mexico, I finally make it to the majestic mountains of Sierra de la Laguna for 24 miles, 6000ft+ of vertical and an extreme underestimation of water.