It’s been 5 months since I was last running in “real” mountains, and I had the itch. I knew I had to get into some thin mountain air. It would be good for my body and my mind. Something about the mountains makes me feel whole. I had originally planned on going solo, but when my friend Dave said he could go, I rearranged my schedule and headed out Saturday afternoon. I could ramble on and on about what we saw, but the short version goes like this. We drove 7 hours (including one stop by the highway patrol) to sleep under the stars and run 21 miles of gnarly mountain trail, some of which took us through patches of snow. We then hopped back in the car to drive 7 hours home. Yes, we drove 14 hours to run 21 miles, and it was worth every second.
(Looking At El Capitan From Guad Peak)
(Looking Up Bear Canyon)
(Looking Down Bear Canyon From the Top)
(On Top of Hunter Peak w/ Guad Peak Over My Shoulder)
(So Much Fun)
(Luckily Just A Warning)