The finish of a big June day on Tahoma, replete with a surprise mountain of snow on the last mile of trail.

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Physicist. Trail Runner. PNW.

I’m trying to get organized and thoughtful about my adventures. Documentation seems like a worthy step in that direction. So here goes. I’ve got some fun ideas for how this will unfold, please check back in the coming months.

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Dravus and I go way back. The sidewalks are corrugated because of the grade. It’s hard because you have to run. Steep trail is easy and fun to go mellow, but the roads? Different story. Lately it’s been hard to connect with the areas I’m used to - there’s just been too much to do. But it is nice to reconnect with the city, to get reacquainted with all the minor details of its existence, with what neighborhoods and parks are up to. Plus there’s an enormous amount and diversity of trails on any city run. And of course the vert.

Avalanche danger gas closed the pass at North Bend. I’m all for being safe, but wow I miss the downhill. It’s probably good, because I’m still banged up from a nasty fall - while running (!) - better to keep those ribs and wrists intact, ne?

Suburban jungles are no where near as inspiring as the nearby forests, but at least today they afford just as much fun on snow! #moresnow

Still didn’t need spikes or poles or skis or sleds, but hey all of the above were present today.
Kudos to our older folk out and about, however carefully.

Frozen Monkey Puzzle. #coffeerun #seattlesnowpocalypse

Be safe out there you folks. It’s too bad we have to wait for all these ridiculous storms to bring us our otherwise winter weather. Hard to preach when we’re looking to fill the propane tank and cranking the heater erstwhile, but maybe an ensuing power outage can give us time to reflect and discuss options.

Dam ice. ❄️ ❄️ ❄️ Rather than wait around to wait around in this beautiful space, we elected to take the last boat back to the mainland. Windstorm sequel is threatening to hit the lowlands with over half a foot of snow, both in the island and off. I ran into a couple from Houston on the trail up from Mountain Lake. “What’s with this storm?” They asked. They were staying out past Olga, upslope in some gnarly gravel road. Scheduled to leave right in the middle of the storm’s threatened 60+ mph gust period. Yikes. I tried to be objective about the information, but my guess is those ferries won’t be sailing until midday Sunday at best. Be safe out there, all of you folks!

Winter persists in the PNWs. I was a little bummed by a complete failure to finish off my training for a burly race on Orcas, and there’s no excuse for it, but universe has elected to replace the race with a second winter windstorm. Grateful for the stay on the Island, for the community that still is, and the beautiful weather today! Maybe we can at least hope for a year of reprieve from those Wood boring beetle larvae!

Stay warm, my friends.

Still running amuck, in case you were curious. Just pushing through these winter months as much as I can. I’d like to think the joints and nervous system would enjoy the rest, but as with many things, I over did it. Time to smash the cooking pots and claw our way back to adventure.

Obligatory “hey the weather was beautiful” Tahoma shot. Worth pointing out that we started at 32F and finished near 50F.

Pizza No.3. In Washington. Chris Cornell and a Scuttlebutt pint.

Back in the Pudget Sound. Every time I leave I relearn something I’ve forgotten. Every time I return I forget it again. Next time I’ll take notes.

Bozeman it better not be too long.

Pizza No. 2. Bozeman, MT. #50pizzas only brewery I know with meditation sessions in the AM.

It’s nice when the sky cooperates. Up next, blowing snow and chilly (read: normal) temps.