Training Log Archive: Swampfox

With the remonstrations by the ever vigilant Mr. Goop freshly in mind, I will attempt to reign in my more grandiose claims and attempt to adopt a more humble character for these musings. And yet note still, that it seems highly probable that I was the only one orienteering this afternoon within a circumference of not less than 500 miles of my partially revealed location in the Laramie Range.

It was a more pleasant outing than yesterday's, the wind having slackened off somewhat and the temperature rising to at least several degrees above freezing, and the sun making a welcome, if occasional, appearance. For more than 10.5 kms I was disengaged from all other worldly concerns other than the task set before me at Pelican Bay. Each control location presented itself as neatly as if I had been borne there unerringly by delicate moth wings--perhaps Luna, perhaps some other. My running was at all times in balance, and each step sure no matter whether confronted by fallen beetle tree or clumps of sage and bitterbrush. As I was nearly about to finish, the sun vanished entirely, and for good, replaced with driving snow and swiftly gathering darkness.

The entire effort was so sublime that, once concluded, I celebrated with a perfectly composed '20 Peaks de Dew. Ahhh! So fine.

C • remonstration 5