If any park service sign has ever tempted me to hang it on my wall, it’s this one. The odd thing is, I can’t fathom why it is in this particular spot: a few miles from the parking lot, facing so that you’d only see it on the way back and after crossing a swift creek on large logs. Easier, I suppose, than putting the sign into storage.
This weekend was a quite one. I had an article to write, books to read, espresso to drink, and a bit of training to do. Energy wasn’t high, for me psyching up to do those big traverses in tricky conditions takes a lot out. I also noticed, while hiking each of the last three days, that my ankles and shins/calves were a bit creaky. Connective tissue damage/strengthening left over from last weekend, and thus better to let it completely heal and go into the classic at 100% rather than nursing a deficit along for a month or more.
It’s that time after all; time to wonder if my preparation for the classic will be what I want it to be. I’m optimistic, but having never done a classic before, won’t know until after. There are a few things this spring that didn’t go ideally, and a few differences I’ll be able to make in the next three weeks, but the larger mold is irrevocably cast. I ordered maps last night, waterproof 1:75,000 jobs from MyTopo in Billings. I also received a new pack I’ll use for the race, a 2011 Golite Jam, which I’m very impressed with. After the last few trips I’ve been unsatisfied with my homemade packs, and after using the Golite I know why. That subject deserves it’s own post which I’ll get to later this week.
I did see this Pileated Woodpecker flitting around near the ground on Saturday, which was neat.