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Saturday Jun 30, 2007 #
run/hike (with pack, 7 pounds) 2:26:52 [2]
weight:131lbs shoes: Montrail
Went up to Dubuque SF in Hawley (about 45 minutes NW of home) with Phil for some rogaine training (as opposed to rogaine practice, which involves search and rescue with a little white ball).
I hadn't been there before. I'm not sure if it had anything to do with the fact that I knew the guy the forest was named for, Ken Dubuque, and had a rather low opinion of him. When he died they named this state forest after him. He was the regional director out here for whatever the state department of parks/forests was called at that time, this was in the mid-70s. The reason I met him was that he refused to give permission to hold a local O' meet at one of the state forests in his district. It was something new and he just didn't want to deal with it. Since the meet was already scheduled and the map (black and white) was already made -- yeah, I know it's generally a good idea to get permission first -- this was not good. So I called up the folks at the NEOC central office, those being the days when NEOC had some pizzazz, to see if there were any suggestions as to how to proceed, only to find out that the club had an in with the state director of that very same department, and lo and behold, within a couple of days we had our permission for that meet, and any future ones too!
But I never did change my opinion of Mr. Dubuque....
So anyway, we did a nice tour of the forest (mathematically I think the route is just a figure-8 with a stick on the end, I numbered the order we came to various intersections). All on dirt roads, or crappy dirt roads (chewed up by either logging or horse traffic), or very nice trails, or rather indistinct trails. But real good overall.
Felt crappy to start, no energy, almost a little faint-headed, figured it was probably low blood sugar, so after we turned back uphill at #2, I ate an energy bar (Go-Lean, an excellent name, and the chocolate almond bar is very tasty too) and drank a bunch. And pretty soon felt much better. Until towards the end, when my insides were making more noise than the water sloshing around in my Camelback and one achilles/calf was complaining just a little. So I took my time the last few minutes while Phil went zipping off ahead.
Nice day, not aware of any FDFs even though there were a dozen or so playing dead on the back of my hat. Wouldn't have guessed the thought of FDFs could bring such joy. Maybe the acronym ought to be revised to stand for "Fabulous Deer Flies".... :-)
I hadn't been there before. I'm not sure if it had anything to do with the fact that I knew the guy the forest was named for, Ken Dubuque, and had a rather low opinion of him. When he died they named this state forest after him. He was the regional director out here for whatever the state department of parks/forests was called at that time, this was in the mid-70s. The reason I met him was that he refused to give permission to hold a local O' meet at one of the state forests in his district. It was something new and he just didn't want to deal with it. Since the meet was already scheduled and the map (black and white) was already made -- yeah, I know it's generally a good idea to get permission first -- this was not good. So I called up the folks at the NEOC central office, those being the days when NEOC had some pizzazz, to see if there were any suggestions as to how to proceed, only to find out that the club had an in with the state director of that very same department, and lo and behold, within a couple of days we had our permission for that meet, and any future ones too!
But I never did change my opinion of Mr. Dubuque....
So anyway, we did a nice tour of the forest (mathematically I think the route is just a figure-8 with a stick on the end, I numbered the order we came to various intersections). All on dirt roads, or crappy dirt roads (chewed up by either logging or horse traffic), or very nice trails, or rather indistinct trails. But real good overall.
Felt crappy to start, no energy, almost a little faint-headed, figured it was probably low blood sugar, so after we turned back uphill at #2, I ate an energy bar (Go-Lean, an excellent name, and the chocolate almond bar is very tasty too) and drank a bunch. And pretty soon felt much better. Until towards the end, when my insides were making more noise than the water sloshing around in my Camelback and one achilles/calf was complaining just a little. So I took my time the last few minutes while Phil went zipping off ahead.
Nice day, not aware of any FDFs even though there were a dozen or so playing dead on the back of my hat. Wouldn't have guessed the thought of FDFs could bring such joy. Maybe the acronym ought to be revised to stand for "Fabulous Deer Flies".... :-)