TALES FROM THE TRAIL (AND SOMETIMES THE ROAD TOO)

Monday, January 20, 2014

Mission Unaccomplished

First mission unaccomplished was my original plan to wake at the crack of dawn and go for a mountain run.  I did wake at the crack of dawn (actually before dawn).  I could not however, walk due to the pain in my foot.  I pushed myself from wall to wall to move about the house.  Even though I knew my foot would probably get better (it’s always the worst when I wake), this disheartened trail runner went back to sleep.

I woke again several hours later feeling way, way down in the dumps.

I didn’t have a good morning.

I didn’t have a great early afternoon.

Eventually, I laced up my shoes and ran out the door for a run along some of our beaches.  Yes, that’s right.  I opted for sidewalk and sand over dirt trails.  I felt a bit sluggish but enjoyed my time running the city streets.  One thing I noticed was that it was LOUD with all sorts of noises:  car motors, people talking, dogs barking.  But it was also beautiful.  I live in a gorgeous city.

 Beach Access:

Even though I see the Pacific Ocean every day, catching first glimpse of white water at Salt Creek Beach on my run this afternoon was breathtaking. 

After running Salt Creek’s crowded sand, I turned the corner for a run along Dana Strands.  Off in the distance I focused on the headlands, Dana Point’s famous headlands.  I’ve run on top of them, I’ve near and around them on both sides.  But it’s been a long, long time since I’ve gone around them.  It’s a daunting task, and probably shouldn’t be done alone.  The rocks are steep and jagged, and the way is very slippery.  On the plus side, there’s a private little beach where I could get my quiet solitude that I missed from trails.  I was game and a little giddy about it!  The tide seemed low enough to make it.  And I figured I’d be okay because I’d climb carefully and would certainly turn back if the tide was too high.

The Headlands:

Making my way along the base, prepared and confident for my first climb:

The First Big Climb (not so difficult, but slippery and a fall could mean a plunge into the ocean):

After making that first climb, this is where I stood – absolute bliss:

The front base of the headlands was numerous with tide pools as I remembered.  Occasionally, a wave crashed up on the plateau as I made my way across.  The work was difficult, as I needed to use both lower and upper body strength to make my way up and down the sharp boulders. 

With a water bottle in one hand, I clicked the camera in my other.  My private beach was now in view when I stopped for a few last pictures before descending down the plateau’s rocky edge.  I jumped that last step, as it was too far down to reach.  When I landed I took another step (I think) and then I don’t know what happened.  I remember realizing that I was losing my balance, and then I went down, down as in tumbled down over the sharp, jagged rocks.  My knee, my arm, my shin, they all took terrible hits.  Then on the last tumble, I flew right down into a gigantic tide pool.  I went under, fully submerged, taking my camera and phone with me and a big gulp of salt water. 

In utter disbelief, I quickly jumped out.  I stood there with my sopping wet camera in my hand and cried.  Blood streamed from a gash in my right shin.  My right knee as well ached with a minor scrape revealing itself right away.  And my right arm, specifically my elbow was bleeding.  I was most worried about my camera.

Okay, take control, Lauren.  That’s what I told myself.  I stopped crying and decided that I should not continue the journey.  I chose to carefully make my way back and call my husband for a ride home.  That is what I did.  Back at home, he cleaned me up, disinfected beneath the torn pieces of flesh on my elbow and arm. 

I didn’t break any bones.  I have worn my right arm in a sling all night.  The arm is swollen and ugly.  Ibuprofen did wonders.  So did a warm blanket.

These were two of the questions I got from my family:

My husband asked, “Were you scared?”  Funny, that’s one thing I wasn’t.  I never felt scared.  I felt surprised.  I felt sad.  And I felt angry.  And then finally relief.  But I never felt scared (too stupid to be scared Winking smile).

My middle son asked, “Did you almost drown?”  No, I didn’t come anywhere near drowning.  Even the gulp of seawater that I took in didn’t take my breath away.  Thank God I didn’t hit my head.  If I knocked myself out, there could have been much more dire consequences. 

Well, there you have it.  My missions unaccomplished today.  I did get in a 6.25 mile run.  So that is good.  My husband rescued me.  And that was good.  And I seemingly haven’t broken anything, and that is good.

Here’s one last picture, probably the last one I took.  Off in the distance is the private beach where I wanted to take in some silence.  My fall occurred probably about twenty five feet from my position.  It is beautiful, don’t you think?

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Meg’s Miles

My run today is dedicated to Meg Cross Menzies a mother of three who was killed by a drunk driver while out for her morning run, on January 13 this year. She was only 34. Her friend created a facebook event called Meg’s Miles for people to run in her honor today.  Thousands of people hit the pavement and trails in memory of this lady who was loved by many. 

Meg Menzies (from the facebook page in her honor):article-0-1AC2196700000578-108_306x423

I ran 9.46 miles in honor of Meg this afternoon.  I felt very fortunate to have this time to run.  I am very fortunate in countless ways.

I haven’t been to Crystal Cove for ages, so I wasn’t sure when I set out if my loop was a five or nine mile loop.  Turns out this loop was nine miles, and I appreciated every drop of sweat during this hot winter afternoon.

God bless Meg’s family. 

Running No Name, No Dogs, Morro Cyn, Nice & Easy, Fenceline, Bommer Ridge 1-18-2014, ElevationRunning No Name, No Dogs, Morro Cyn, Nice & Easy, Fenceline, Bommer Ridge 1-18-2014

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Real or a Dream?

Some time ago, I can’t remember when, I heard about some remnants of a mining company that used to be located in Trabuco Canyon.  I completely forgot about it.  Then some time later, I can’t even remember when, perhaps a month ago, maybe 6, while driving through Trabuco Canyon, I caught a glimpse of stone ruins in the canyon wall.  Perhaps I was in a hurry, probably having just finished up a run.  I don’t recall.  But I never saw the ruins again.  Not that I looked for them.  I kind of thought I didn’t really see them.  I actually wondered if perhaps, I was dreaming, and no such ruins existed. 

Now it may seem odd that I might not be clear on whether something was a dream.  Believe me.  I have a vivid dream life.  I dream every night, and recall lots.  Often I need to think twice whether something was real or a dream.  Still, this morning, I decided to go for a run in search of the mining company.  Imaginary or real ruins, I wanted to know.

I drove the first three miles into the canyon.  I parked next to another parked car and set off up the canyon road with a warm wind blowing against my face.  I really had no idea where these ruins would stand, except for the fact that I knew they were after the 3 mile mark.  At least they were in my dream. Winking smile 

I ran up the lonely canyon road, hair blowing in my face:

My eyes scoured the canyon wall to my left, and when I reached the Holy Jim Fire Department, I knew that I had either missed them, or the ruins did not exist.  In the Holy Jim lot, I ran down to the creek to wash my hands.  The creek was still, like a dark piece of glass reflecting the barren winter forest:

Off through the trees, I spied the two cabins that I read recently had burned to the ground.  It was a sad sight.  And it still smelled of smoldering fire:

Exploring the fire remains renewed my interest in searching out the mining company.  Careful to kick out the back and not drag my feet, I concentrated even harder on the canyon walls on my trip back.    I stopped for anything that looked unusual.  I did spot something deep within the trees.  After some bushwhacking and heavy stomping through foot deep leaf litter, I came upon this tree house:

Yes, I considered climbing up into this tree house, but moved onward instead, keeping on track with my original plans.  The brush grew thicker and the scratches on my legs multiplied when I decided to cross the creek back to the canyon road. 

Continuing to run, I found another spot to cross the creek:

I tromped through more brush and leaf litter when I eventually came upon a small foot path.  I ran that for a bit.  It took me up into a clearing, and off to the side, there they were!  The retaining walls of what looked like a three story building.  I worked up a good sweat confirming that these ruins were real and that I did not see them in my dreams.  

Passage way from first floor to second:

Looking down from third floor:

View from 3rd floor:

I LOVE it when I search out something in the wilderness and find it.  Turns out I found the remains of The Santa Ana Tin Mining Company (incorporated in 1901).  Funny thing, I located a road right out of there directly to the canyon road when I left.  Even funnier, directly across the creek, standing on the canyon road, I could not see even a hint of these ruins. 

Fun day running. (4.75 miles logged)

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Training Begins

Today my training begins.  Ha!  For what, you may wonder.  For Twin Peaks, which isn’t until October 2014.  I need to start early because I have a LONG way to go.  (Twin Peaks is a 50 mile race with an ungodly amount of elevation gain, run in the local mountains.  If you have read my blog before, you may have read a word or two about the race Winking smile). 

My goal for the remainder of the winter (about 6 weeks left) is to get back running regularly.  In achieving this goal, I am determined to still get in my adventure runs.  I do not want to let go of the fun this time.  Lastly, I aim to rigorously continue physical therapy (ON A DAILY BASIS – when the foot improves I will not lighten up PT). 

Of course, beginning training today is too late for my upcoming 30k race.  I’m all right with this because all races I run before October will be training for the big one, Twin Peaks. 

Back to my first day of training.  It was not an adventure run.  Today’s run was an out-and-back on Arroyo Trabuco Trail in 85F degree weather (approx. 30C).  Yes, I did just write that it’s winter.  I plugged away at 12.47 miles on this lovely, relatively flat trail, in and out of shade.  I made five stream crossings on the way out, the same five on the way back.  On my last crossing, I fell in and drenched both feet!  I was getting a little cocky and went at rock hopping too quickly. 

The beginning (or end) of Arroyo Trabuco starts at a golf course:

My First Creek Crossing:

Clumps of Mistletoe hanging from the Sycamore trees:

One of my favorite spots:  Arroyo Trabuco / Tijeras Creek Trail junction. 

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

The Longest Three and 1/2 Miles Ever!

With Winter Break over, the utter chaos gone, I wanted to get away for some trails today.  I didn’t care how many miles I “ran”.  I wanted quality.  And so, I drove two hours (round trip, an hour there and back), yes two hours to run up a little trail called Silverado Motorway (AKA Silverado Trail, Bedford).  (We by the way measure driving distance in minutes and hours here in Southern California – I know, pretty crazy). 

You may think it’s a tad bit crazier to drive two hours for a 3.5 mile trail.  Just wait.  I had the mountain completely to myself.  Seriously.  It was just me and the hawks.  On the other hand, the out trip was flipping hard.  A mile in, I was ready to give up.  But I couldn’t make that drive and turn back after only one mile.  I struggled onward, delighting in the cold breeze. The road was steep, rocky and with an edge I could easily fall off with a little trip on a stone.  Soon the gloves were off and after an hour and a half I finished the longest three and a half miles ever!  The trip back down was much, much quicker. Winking smile

Silverado Motorway out-and-back:Running Silverado Motorway out-and-back 1-8-2014, Elevation

Beginning that treacherous switch-back climb:

The mountain wall – looks like someone built it:

Still going up:

Heading back:

Running Silverado Motorway out-and-back 1-8-2014

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Big Baz WTRS 12k 2014

Saturday was my first race of 2014.  It was my first race since June 2013. Yikes.  I couldn’t sleep the night before this Winter Trail Run Series.  Seriously, I woke every hour.  While I accepted that I would probably trot in dead last, I worried that the race director, Big Baz, and his crew would be tapping their feet waiting for me to show up before they locked the gate.  Or worse yet, they wouldn’t realize I was still out there, and accidentally lock me into lower Blue Jay Campground.  Winking smile

I was nervous.

I’ll say one thing.  It felt GREAT to be back.  Baz remembered me, and I saw lots of familiar faces.   Lots. 

I took off not feeling that strong. And my foot was a minor discomfort on the cold asphalt leading to San Juan Trail.

Starting at the back of the pack, I stayed at the back of the pack.  And it took a while to get my groove.  The trail was delightfully technical; I felt confident running it.  For the first few miles, I could hear a couple runners approaching from behind.  For the next couple, we passed back and forth.  I really didn’t mind, and even helped one lady put something in her pack.  I had some good quick conversations.  Felt like old times with old friends, though I had only met these two runners on Saturday.

I fell once, and jumped up, pissed off with bloody palms and a scraped knee.  Then suddenly I gained a burst of strength and passed my two running comrades at quite a distance.  Eventually, the woman I had chatted with finally passed me for good with about a mile remaining.  But I had passed another woman along the way, so I was certain that I had two runners behind me.  If I kept moving forward as quickly as possible, I probably wouldn’t take home the DFL for this race.

I did not wobble in.  AND I finished this race 30 minutes quicker than when I ran the course a couple weeks ago.  My foot did ache a bit on that run back down into the Finish Line on asphalt.  But it was good.  It was all good.  Ends up that 6 names were listed beneath mine in the final stats for this 12k.  That’s 6 more than I predicted.

Photo op with running blogger Thea who ran this race barefoot!

big baz 12k wtrs

ps.  the race was actually longer than 12k.  But that’s one of the things I’ve learned to love about Baz’s races.  None of them measure exactly.  Some fall short, others like this one, run longer.

Thursday, January 2, 2014

My 100 Things for 2014

I never make New Year Resolutions.  And I know this is crazy.  Blame The Running Green GirlWinking smile She influenced me to do this.  Green Girl is very inspirational.  Here is my 100 Things in 2014 list.  It's not a resolution list.  It is more like a wish list, things I hope to do/accomplish for 2014.

1. 100 push-ups.com / complete program http://hundredpushups.com/#sthash.yqhUfudS.dpbs

2. Answer the 50 Questions that will free my mind. http://www.marcandangel.com/2009/07/13/50-questions-that-will-free-your-mind/

3. BBQ at the beach

4. Camp at the beach

5. Camp in the desert

6. Camp in the mountains

7. Clean carpets (or get new carpet depending on financials)

8. Clean out and organize file cabinets

9. Clean out bedroom closet

10. Clean out garage

11. Clean out library

12. CPR certification (renew)

13. Skateboard with Lucas

14. Eeg for Darius (his request for possibility of going off meds)

15. Embroider

16. Eye check for all 3 boys (0/3)

17. Find full-time work

18. Finish “Baby picture scrap book”

19. Get crown fixed

20. Get dryer fixed

21. Get medical check-up

22. Get new ceiling fans

23. Get the accordion out and re-teach myself a song

24. Get wisdom teeth removed

25. Go on a night trail run

26. Go to a play

27. Go to a writers’ convention

28. Have 4th of July party

29. Hike around the headlands in my hometown

30. Hike Bedford Peak with Justus

31. Hike Santiago Peak with Justus

32. Hike/run in San Gorgonio mountains

33. Hike/run to Mt. Baldy

34. Hit Justus in the face with a pie

35. Ice Skate

36. Lose weight

37. Make a necklace

38. Memorize 5 Bible versus (0/5)

39. Memorize 5 poems (0/5)

40. Organize and submit query for novel, Beyond the Pale (or self-publish)

41. Organize cd’s

42. Organize digital photographs

43. Organize family tree pictures

44. Organize my short stories

45. Paint house exterior

46. Plant flowers

47. Play all the major and minor scales on the piano

48. Play racquetball

49. Prepare 5 new healthy recipes (0/5)

50. Read 5 add’l Easton Press’s 100 Best Books Ever Written http://www.listology.com/list/easton-press-100-greatest-books-ever-written

51. Register with Santa Fe Original Families

52. Relearn & play Fur Elise on the piano http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mVW8tgGY_w

53. Relearn/learn 20 guitar chords (0/20)

54. Renew teaching credentials (0/3)

55. Replenish my water stashes

56. Re-read The Screwtape Letters

57. Reunite (visit) with an old friend

58. Rollerblade

59. Run a Spartan race

60. Run Calico Trail Run http://calicotrailrun.org/

61. Run from ocean to Santiago Peak (“Tides to Towers”)

62. Run a street 5k

63. Run in the mountains in San Diego

64. Run Nanny Goat 24 hr http://www.oldgoatrunners.com/

65. Run to Oceanside

66. Run to Yaeger’s Mesa

67. Run Twin Peaks 50 mi http://trailrunning.dirtyfeet.us/twinpeaksindex.html

68. Run/hike trails somewhere up Hwy 39

69. Scooter with Darius

70. See a movie in the theatre

71. See a professional symphony

72. Stay with someone who is injured or sick on the trail

73. Swim in the ocean

74. Take the train somewhere

75. Try a fruit that I haven’t tried

76. Try a vegetable that I haven’t tried

77. Tune piano

78. Update family tree

79. Visit 10 New Peaks (0/10)

80. Visit a California mission I haven’t visited

81. Visit Joshua Tree http://www.nps.gov/jotr/index.htm

82. Visit Manzanaar http://www.nps.gov/manz/index.htm

83. Visit my Aunt Dolores (Cambria)

84. Visit my Aunt Joann (Culver City)

85. Visit my hometown

86. Visit Rancho Niguel historic ranch (Aliso Viejo)

87. Visit Santa Fe http://www.santafenm.gov/

88. Visit SJC Mission http://www.missionsjc.com/

89. Visit Texas

90. Visit The Grand Canyon http://www.nps.gov/grca/index.htm

91. Visit Utah

92. Volunteer a trail race

93. Volunteer at a Assisted Living facility

94. Volunteer at a food pantry

95. Watch Schindler’s List again

96. Watch The Dollhouse again

97. Work up to a 2 minute plank

98. Write 2 poems (0/2)

99. Write 5 short stories (0/5)

100. Write a short play