Got another taste of the hills again today. First time since that fateful day last November.
The park was mostly quiet save for a flock of turkeys shooing away some deer so that may resume their spring rituals.
A lone owl sat frustrated on a branch while squirrels chattered anxiously below; I suspect my lumbering gate cost him his late night snack.
It's amazing what the memory holds onto, so many of the turns and undulations in the road seemed familiar. Yet without my map I would have been lost.
Likewise my feet and back seemed to recoil at the mere sight of the turn off into the park. The last time I was here I left a nearly broken man, yet today I am strangely invigorated.
How long til the lottery again?
Hey, Chunk. The park has that effect on all of us. The owls have been hooting in the morning...it's mating season.
Just looked at the photos on the website. ......really hoping to do my first FMM this year......what was I thinking last year, Philly! (Where I was on course for a 3:45 at the half when an errant monkey swooped down as I exited a porta potty and gnarled my ankle such that I humbly stumbled in after 5 hours.)
https://agratefullifedotnet.wordpress.com/ (for a piece or two of my mind)
Trust me, the photos don't do it justice (and neither do the elevation trend lines on most maps). IMHO this is not a place you go to run for pace or time, it's a place you go to experience and absorb.
Too bad I only get to visit a few times a year...