On Saturday, I did something completely reckless in that I attempted an 11-mile trail run up at Happy Jack BY MYSELF. Every other time I've done a long run up there, its been with a girlfriend and those who know me know that I don't have the best sense of direction and find it nearly impossible to keep the image of a map in my head. (What is this? Lack of spatial memory?) But the night before my run, the Husband and I sat down with a printed out map of the trails and a magic marker and carefully mapped out a route.
I was slower than I would have been on the road, having to stop at junctions and make sure I was turning 20 yards PAST the huge rock that looks like a foot etc. but I totally rocked that shit and made it back to the parking lot just in time to meet the Husband to do kiddo-swap so he could get his mountain biking miles in.
Otto brought his biking stuff and for my cool down I walked beside him as he mountain biked on his Strider on a short trail. He did a muddy water crossing all by himself! It was a day of firsts.
Here I am, post run, so very proud of myself for not getting lost:
|Basking in my own glory: I'll check for ticks later.|
That night, after we'd showered and packed our car completely full of gear to spend JUST ONE NIGHT ON THE GROUND (!?) we headed back up for some good old fashioned car camping.
All the campgrounds were full though, so we ended up kicking it old school in the middle of nowhere. (Read: no toilets.) It was fun, even if the spot we found was full of broken glass and shotgun shells. Oh, and I found half a dead elk when I was peeing behind a rock. This IS Wyoming.
|Waiting on dinner. Which took forever.|
The Kiddo and the dog slept awesome and the Husband and I laid awake trying not to breathe too loud or move too much and dreaming of the day we can afford one of these to eliminate the need for a tent.
The next day, we rocked out some bacon, eggs, bagels and cowboy coffee on the ol' Coleman stove before heading back into town.
All in all, it was an amazing weekend and pretty typical of summer weekends for us. But holy shit, I'm tired.