We took a walk today up a neighborhood trail – the trailhead’s a few miles from our house, off an offshoot of one of my running routes. We took Panama Dave with us.
Kevin got his own pair of FiveFingers, but his are a bit more colorful, no?
What’s not to love about this shelf mushroom? He has a nose!
Lots of colorful leaf litter.
Our path crisscrossed numerous old stone walls from the way-back machine.
And, we traveled through several different types of forest – a sugar bush, a whole section of hemlock, an oak/hophornbeam savannah – some of everything,
We were headed to the top of a north-south ridge with a great view of the Green Mountains to the west. Near the summit, we hit a zone of nice-sized beech trees.
Like this one.
And this one.
Here’s a different kind of shelf mushroom…
Nearing the summit…
AAAAAHHHHH….. Looking more-or-less north by northwest…
…northwest…
…and due west. That’s Mt. Stratton. I’ve climbed Stratton a couple of times, the first time on the epic post-college hike of 1990.
Yay!
Tomorrow: assuming I don’t wake up with a sore throat, which has been threatening me lately, I plan on joining this guy for a run tomorrow. I read Matt’s blog – the No Meat Athlete – largely for the overall fuel-nutrition tips. And when I realized that his 50-mile ultra-marathon tomorrow (Sunday) was not an hour from our house, I spontaneously offered to pace him for part of it. He said “sure!”
I looked into it this afternoon, and learned that they only allow pacers for the last eight miles.
So tomorrow I’m running eight miles on a trail with a guy who will have been running for eight hours and change already. Hopefully I’ll still be able to keep up with him. Or vice versa. Or something.
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