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Training Log Archive: Swampfox

In the 7 days ending May 6, 2018:

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Sunday May 6, 2018 #


O' at Pelican Bay, race pace.

Saturday May 5, 2018 #


Did some mapping on the new map Granite Planite, and did a criss-crossing run through the whole area at an easy pace afterwards. Encountered one young bull moose which either did not realize it was supposed to get out of my way, or else did not care to. I gave it a wide berth once I saw it had laid its ears back with hackles raised.

Friday May 4, 2018 #


O' training, 10.5 kms, 44 controls, skymning, scattered new snow remnants from winter on Thursday/Friday in amounts so small they will almost surely have melted away by late August and shouldn't therefore be a problem for the Rocky Mtn O' Fest.

Thursday May 3, 2018 #


Ran trails up top at the end of the day; in 3-4" of new snow (and surely by then a fair bit of the new snow had compressed and also melted from above and below). Drip, drip, drip from snow melting off of trees the entire time.

Winter. However, it *could* end up being the last day of winter this season; the forecast for the next 7 days is looking like solid spring, which will get us to near the middle of May.

Wednesday May 2, 2018 #


Rain off an on all day long in the valley. By late afternoon, rain was changing over to snow at about 8500' and was just starting to stick when I went out to run. By the time I was done 90 minutes later, everything was white again. Snow was plastered all over me, so I was pretty white, too. My pants got pretty soaked, but otherwise I stayed warm and dry

No wind, but plenty of winter.

Tuesday May 1, 2018 #


May 1, and fun ensues! It's been doing something outside with vigor and even some thunder, but what it is is difficult to say. It's either large grapple or very teensy hail. It's my call though, and I am going to go with grapple, because grapple is more fun. Plus, a little snow has been in the mix, which also leans in the direction of grapple.

Back to winter.


Ran late in the day, some trails and a fair amount of bushwhacking--the latter in order to investigate some old gold diggings I've known about for a while but which I had never checked out. Like all such diggings, it had to involve a heck of a lot of work. They must have drunk an awful lot of Gatorade to keep themselves going.

Naturally, it being winter, more grapple fell while I was running. I think the weather was suppressing the birds again, because I didn't hear a single bird the whole time. Inspired by the silence (there was also no wind), I sang "You Can Leave Your Hat On" several times figuring that might draw the wood nymphs out if there were any within earshot. And maybe there were and maybe there weren't.

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