“Bad” weather here in AZ this weekend, rain all day yesterday and last night. Snow above 6500′. 3″ on the rim at 7k. Time to go see the ditch in another of it’s many moods.

This one was taken as I left, but does the job.

Everytime I walk into the ditch with appropriate fear, I emerged beaten but fundamentally unscathed. When I think I’ve got a handle on things, a get spanked.

This afternoon, the later occurred. Again.

Blame it on a less than ideal breakfast, stressful week, funny trail conditions. The legs died on the way out, and I was struggling to maintain the pace I had on the way out last month.

That’s what training is. Steady progress, at times slow.

This was dinner last night: Before,

and after.

Chicken, onions, carrots, potatoes.
Spices, a bit of sugar, and half a bottle of Chianti that’d been in the fridge a bit too long.

Check out that carrot.

In conclusion, my alma mater is getting up there. If nothing else, the current editor at the S&B sounds a hell of lot more alive than mine back in the day. I was, of course, far too cantankerous to be much of a good reporter; but I am glad that my fellow Grinnellians stuck it to Clinton. The bastard.