Training Log Archive: jjcote

In C-2 Cruiser with Aims. Not pushing at our maximal frantic pace, in part because I didn't realize that we had Jeff Schapiro and John Hansman for competition. (We won anyway, by about 8 minutes, I think.) Route choices probably fine, although sometimes I think land routes are false economy, and this was no exception. The breakdown was 8.7 km in 67 minutes canoeing vs. 3.75 km in 41 minutes on foot. Looking at that in terms of min/km, canoeing wins big time. That's not the whole story, of course, because the land routes had some advantage in terms of being short cuts. Still, I think I could redo the route selection to have less running and come up with a significantly faster plan.

The lake was very weedy, such that the advantage of the racing canoe was probably greatly diminished, since I had to spend so much time knocking vegetation off the bow (and we never portaged it). And at one point while on foot I was hit with by far the worst FDF attack of the year so far, with a couple of them have the audacity to bite me, and several experiencing the Big Whack of Death.

A traipse around Mooers, NY, from Nancy's parents' house. I have this listed as road running because there was a lot of pavement in it, but not entirely. The long E/W stretch (around mile 1, and later mile 7), and the second E/W stretch ("Orr Rd.", around mile 3) were both dirt roards, the former being an old railroad bed. Then there was the part from mile 5 to 5.5. I decided to head down a cart parth through a hayfield, which turned into just hayfield, then I tried going into the woods, and that was kind of green, then a little wet, then eventually just turned into dark green uncrossable marsh. So I backup up a little and headed east, and it still wasn't very good, and I got pretty scratched up, but finally made it back out to pavement. If this had all been planned in advance, I suspect that the satellite photo (nice that hi-res is available here, it stops just to the west) might have been enough to get get me through relatively cleanly. The last little bit of woods near the end (back to the house) wasn't so bad. Weather wasn't so great, kind of hot and extremely soupy.

I had kind of been thinking of making a renegade run to the Canadian border, but I didn't have a map with me, so I wasn't sure how far I had to go. If I find myself up there at some point in the future, I might bring the photo and go for that. Looks like there might be some old cart paths that would get me pretty close. Surprisingly, it appears that the border is unambiguous due to being mowed.