Homegrown Nursery Rhyme

Trotting up the dusty mountain trail, I noticed the distant snake stretched across the path sunning itself. Getting closer, I didn't mind its presence. It was either a harmless garter or bull snake that I would simply jump over, or, it was a rattlesnake that I would respect by going wide around it.

Hanging out at Hardrock 100

"And, who are you?" asked the attractive former record holder at ultra-marathon distances.

"Me?" I responded to her in a startled voice, "I'm nobody."

We were in a quaint coffee shop amongst world ranked athletes, record holders and endurance specialists all gathered in Silverton, Colorado in the days leading up to the Hardrock 100.

Life Straws

Let's see. Going up the pass gains about 3,400 feet and dropping down the other side to the turnaround point will make 10 miles. Retracing my steps back up and over the pass sounds like an awful 20 mile training day of misery.

Without A Rope

"Get ready," Neil announced in preparation of throwing the tow rope.

Suddenly, a flying snarl of snakes was in the air and landing on the rear deck of the boat where I grabbed the tangled mess to avoid it slipping back into the water. To my utter amazement, he was tailing the boat around the lake as if there was an invisible force keeping him at a precise distance.