THURSDAY
8 mile run.
I made the initial climb on my normal run longer and higher today and I paid for it. I also headed up to an area that I should have known would not be even close to snow free. The snow was hard enough to walk on for a moment and then, BAM, thigh deep posthole. I probably sounded like a wounded moose up there, yelling and grunting at the snow. This junk show took 2 hours. On a different note, I saw what I believe to be two storks on the ridge at about 6000 feet. Weird.