Running has nearly come to a halt, a screeching halt. Though I still have a couple trips out there that have not been blogged. The foot is better, but not at all healed. I am fine to put in around five to seven miles, but afterward, I am limping about for the rest of the day and into the next. It is what it is, and I am learning to live with the disappointment.
First, to catch up with the end of August:
The 20th, I believe it was, I drove my truck with my friend Emmett to the Trabuco Trail head. We left super early in the morning to avoid the heat, and we made a trek up Trabuco Trail and then the dreaded West Horsethief to the Main Divide for an out-and-back totaling about seven miles. The trip up Horsethief wasn’t so bad mainly because I had mentally prepared myself for pure hell. When I expect hell, it’s never as bad. Emmett made it up to the top well before me. Then he gave me a five minute head start for the trip down, which was down right treacherous. Fist sized rocks rolled beneath my feet, as ground fell away here and there as my foot hit. I worried when Emmett hadn’t caught up by the time I hit Trabuco Trail. Turns out that he took a couple of nasty falls. That trail is extremely difficult to keep a foothold. It’s scary too, because a fall could throw you off the mountain.
Somehow my SD card got corrupted and I lost all of the awesome pictures I took of our trip (boo hoo!! I lost the selfie pics of me and Emmett), but I did have these two gems from my phone camera:
Going up W. Horsethief, looking out toward the Pacific Ocean (which is beneath the clouds) and Yaeger Mesa which is about mid photo on the left:
About a week later, I got in another 7 mile trip in Aliso/Wood Canyons. This time, I decided to start at the top of the park instead of in the canyon like I usually do. I parked my truck at Moulton Meadows in Laguna Beach and in a trepid manner made my way down another treacherous decline – this one called Mentally Sensitive. A rattlesnake caught me by surprise on that tiny single-track. But I noticed it in time to steer clear and even catch a photo. After reaching Wood Canyon, I took that trail to Mathis, which is a nice climb out back to the ridge. On the ridge I spotted my second rattler, and was able to snap another snake photo.
Some scenes from my last summer trail run:
Caught up. Now I can rest easy.