Note
Time for some statistics:
# of WOC runners at WOC: a lot
# of WOC runners entered for Laramie Daze: 0
# of Canadians entered for Laramie Daze: 0
Several millennium from now, when all other possible research topics have been exhausted, some PhD candidate will examine the above numbers and be writing his/her thesis about the same; it will be entitled: "What the Hell Were They Thinking?". Of course this will need some explanation, and they will have to elaborate that there has once been this little nice frontier town called Laramie with some decent adjoining terrain before climate change intervened and vast glacial sheets cascaded out of the Snowy Mountains and wiped out the town and even all the nearby Subway shops.
run 2:45:00 [2]
Terrain run out in the SE corner of our local block of National Forest. It's a really terrific area--world class, without doubt--and was to have been base-mapped. However, the untimely demise of Ivar H's stereoplotting machine put an end to those plans, at least for the time being.
Ironically, despite the hugeness of the terrain, this is the part of the local National Forest I've explored least. No idea why, it's just slump, I suppose.
I tried to follow the white line.
Nearly ran into a bull moose, which was totally unflummoxed and refused to budge no matter what. I even tried singing "Purple Haze" in the key of F#, and that didn't do it, so in the end it was I that ran away and not the moose.
When a bull moose is in the way and won't move, it gets harder to roll down the white line and make good time. I found that to be true.
Also saw more bull elk--all sporting really nice racks--on one run than I've ever seen before except for on a run some years ago when I ran across a massive herd of several hundred elk up on the Laramie Range. I wasn't counting carefully, but it was somewhere between 20 and 2 dozen in all. Oddly, I didn't see a cow elk. Maybe they were at the beach, soaking up the sun?