Day 6 The One Cowboy Relay
I thought the day started out fine, a strongish cup of coffee, a bit of stretching and short warmup jog. The change to 1:15,000 and melee at the start didn't help me get off to a smooth navigational day but after two controls, I started to settle. Tripped once and then, during the 3rd loop, I took a nice "shallow dive" through the sagebrush. It seemed higher today or maybe my feet only moved lower. But it was a good sprawl that was near the start, so I was up and running as soon a I had my wits. Run, run, run, look at map, look at the place the compass should be on my thumb, Rats!! I spent a long time looking for the compass with its green elastic among the sage, thinking about a poem on Attackpt not too long ago about the companionship of compass. One runner (from GAOC?) mentioned that I had helped her find her compass during a Flying Pig. I had forgotten this but said that I hoped my karma was still good. A while later, moving the search back still a bit further, standing on edge on a sage was my compass. The forest giveth back… It took a bit to get thinking again and the rest of the "run" was more of a map walk/jog/simul-run.
Did a nice hike around Turtle rock in the afternoon (lost and regained my hat, it was just one of those days.
In the evening, one of my neighbors was walking around the road and we talked for a bit. Yesterday, at about 3 pm, I was watching the clouds roll in and took a short walk west to get a better view. They were very black and I knew that I would be hunkering down soon. One or two drops fell, and I started quickly back along the road. A huge clap of thunder let go and my heart jumped clear out of me! I saw no lightning and that was all there was. I headed for my cozy tent at the highest point in the campground that was not a cliff and next to a good sized tree. It rained just a bit, there were some sirens, and I had a nap and read the Phys Org textbook. Apparently, there had been some faint calls for help audible to people a couple of rows closer to the beautiful offwidth that people had been climbing a few days earlier (300 m from my tent). One couple nearby turned out to include an EMT as well. As it happened, there was a group ascending the cliff and the leader was perched on top belaying. She was struck by lightning and sirens were the mountain rescue. Apparently her pant legs were burnt away but she miraculously was fine. I was surprised that she was not even close to the highest point on the crag but with cams, biners, and sweat, she will have been the most conductive. Maybe I might second guess running during thunderstorms??