Training Log Archive: Swampfox

I just learned of another orienteering teammate from West Point who has died earlier this year--Mike Peffers. Some here may remember him. His obituary: https://www.legacy.com/obituaries/sanantonio/obitu...

I ran easy out at Remarkable Flats, spending a fair amount of time in one area circling around in one area looking for a shed. I didn't find any, but I did spot some people tracks, so maybe they did.

Then I ran over to a different area to conduct further searching actions, and while I didn't find any sheds over there either, I did find a marmot, which was chirping/whistling loudly at me. I couldn't spot the marmot, but it was obvious the sound was coming from a small group of rocks, and eventually I narrowed down the sound as coming from one particular rock. And when I bent down to look under the rock, there was the marmot. I couldn't tell if it wanted a grape, or wanted me to go away. I didn't have a grape, so I went away.

Later I heard more sounds, this time coming from a giant boulder cluster, and when I went to investigate this new marmot--even though I still didn't have any grapes--it turned out to be two people. I think they were surprised to see me, more or less in the middle of nowhere, and I was surprised they weren't a marmot.

That's my story for the day, and I stand by it.