Training Log Archive: Swampfox

Snowflakes were in the air today, but just a trace fell, and no measurable accumulation, and so the first 10 days of March have passed with no new snow to speak of.

A herd of vigilant geese were on the golf course today. They would stalk unwary golfers and wait for putting antics to begin--when the geese would then launch furious hissing attacks and wing beatings, forcing the golfers back into the clubhouse! It was very exciting watching, probably the most exciting thing that has happened at any golf course anywhere over the past 100 years.

After watching that for a while, I ran on some very icy trails up top. Strangely, the trails weren't slippery though, at least for the most part. I was very careful anyway. At one point some geese reinforcements flew overhead, no doubt headed for the gold course.

Conditions much like yesterday--sunny, a few degrees warmer, still enough wind to make it feel chilly. Ran trails, which were varying mixtures of concretized snow or ice. Paid much more attention to getting good footing than in getting good speed.

Encountered one moose which was standing right in the trail; after some encouragement it moved off the trail, but it remained near enough that I walked slowly until I was safely past it. It seems like I've seen a good many more moose than winter than in any previous winter. I've changed my attire up this winter and have been running mostly in Armani suits, but it's hard to believe that could be the difference.

7 days into March, and not a single snowflake has fallen. March and April are the two snowiest months of the year here, so not a good sign for the snow pack going into Spring.

Big winds and effectively cold today. Ski trails were, as expected, bullet proof, and I gave no thought to skiing. Instead, I ran, in O' shoes for some extra purchase on the slippery surface, and concentrated on keeping upright while the winds concentrated on sending me tumbling. The gods must have been favoring me, because in this contest I prevailed. Kept my eyes peeled for Steller's jays, but there the gods weren't with me, as I saw none.

But I did see one skier, who I complemented for how well they were handling the ice.

The forecast is not looking promising for an extended ski season at Happy Jack this year and it could be all said and done in the next week or so.

C • Steller’s 1