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Tuesday Oct 27, 2020 #
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Somewhat like Noah's doves, I drove up again in the afternoon hoping to find some running room. The parking lot at Tie City still hadn't been plowed, but enough traffic had been in and out that I wasn't worried about being able to get out, and so pulled in and checked the trail heads there. Only a little foot traffic and a set of tire tracks from a truck that had driven into the campground. Probably Randy, but there was no sign or reason to believe he might have rolled anything starting from the equipment building.
So I drove over to the cattle guard where the dirt road starts by the Visitors Center, and checked it out. There had been enough traffic on the road to pack down two lines of about 3' width in the snow, with the surface being firm, dry snow--definitely the best stuff I was likely to find up there.
I ended up running down to just short of Blair Picnic area, and was out for about 2 hours. Beautiful, white snow and blue skies and green evergreens and a moon that popped over The Toe at about 5:25. One cow moose.
Several trucks passed me going the other way while I was running out. They looked like hunters, though one of the trucks was followed a few minutes later by a tow truck, and it could have been a team. The tow truck was towing another pickup, which was quite battered and yet had a newish look to it. I knew if I kept running in the direction I was in I would come across the scene of a mishap, which proved true.
The battered truck had somehow managed to drive off the dirt road where it had been elevated about 6' higher than in immediately adjoining willow marsh (dark green on an O' map). Maybe it had been driving out there while the blizzard was underway. There was absolutely no chance it was going to be able to extricate itself from the marsh, hence the tow truck. Doubt it was a total, but don't doubt it would mean a hefty bill at a collision shop.
I finished just as it was getting dark enough to start to make out the Big Dipper. A very fine outing, and many memories of O' races were brought back as I was running past the Wallis Picnic area (used as the assembly area for a number of races at Permian Sins and Middle Crow's Toe).
So I drove over to the cattle guard where the dirt road starts by the Visitors Center, and checked it out. There had been enough traffic on the road to pack down two lines of about 3' width in the snow, with the surface being firm, dry snow--definitely the best stuff I was likely to find up there.
I ended up running down to just short of Blair Picnic area, and was out for about 2 hours. Beautiful, white snow and blue skies and green evergreens and a moon that popped over The Toe at about 5:25. One cow moose.
Several trucks passed me going the other way while I was running out. They looked like hunters, though one of the trucks was followed a few minutes later by a tow truck, and it could have been a team. The tow truck was towing another pickup, which was quite battered and yet had a newish look to it. I knew if I kept running in the direction I was in I would come across the scene of a mishap, which proved true.
The battered truck had somehow managed to drive off the dirt road where it had been elevated about 6' higher than in immediately adjoining willow marsh (dark green on an O' map). Maybe it had been driving out there while the blizzard was underway. There was absolutely no chance it was going to be able to extricate itself from the marsh, hence the tow truck. Doubt it was a total, but don't doubt it would mean a hefty bill at a collision shop.
I finished just as it was getting dark enough to start to make out the Big Dipper. A very fine outing, and many memories of O' races were brought back as I was running past the Wallis Picnic area (used as the assembly area for a number of races at Permian Sins and Middle Crow's Toe).