Ladies,
That was fun, wasn't it? The squeaky wheel gets the grease they say, and your coaching gods heard your wails from on high. As we started today, the heat and humidity made me think the smartest thing to do was to get off the streets if we could. And that's why we hit the trails.
Stack Rock... a local legend, an icon of high school-aged kids for generations, is one of the must-see attractions of our area. It's a living monument to all times, as each new crop of students add their snapshot of youth to its face. It's a work of art that transforms with each viewing, yet remains remarkably the same. It's as ageless as the old-growth hard maple, hickory, and sassafras trees around it.
We picked a decent day to visit. We haven't had a lot of rain in a week or so, so the trails were decently dry. Good thing. As hard as the trail was to navigate down to the site, can you imagine what it would have been like if it had been slick? The bugs weren't bad either - which surprised me. I expected by this time to be eaten alive.
After visiting the rock, my second goal was to get a peek at the railroad bed. I'm glad we did. To me, the abandoned rail line (site of the new proposed rails-to-trails project) is runnable as of now. It will hopefully improve over time, but the bridges are in and the large gauge rock wasn't a problem (at least to me).
True, I'd planned a longer run, but sometimes you just have to let art flow (William Hurt, "The Big Chill"). We were on an adventure, an instant memory. This run had wheels of its own, and had to be given leash to take us where it would. I guess I was also considering the hard efforts you girls are going to put in Saturday. The weather is very harsh right now, actually some of the most dangerous weather we've had this summer. We need to be a bit careful.
Hopefully by Monday it will be cooler!
That was fun, wasn't it? The squeaky wheel gets the grease they say, and your coaching gods heard your wails from on high. As we started today, the heat and humidity made me think the smartest thing to do was to get off the streets if we could. And that's why we hit the trails.
Stack Rock... a local legend, an icon of high school-aged kids for generations, is one of the must-see attractions of our area. It's a living monument to all times, as each new crop of students add their snapshot of youth to its face. It's a work of art that transforms with each viewing, yet remains remarkably the same. It's as ageless as the old-growth hard maple, hickory, and sassafras trees around it.
We picked a decent day to visit. We haven't had a lot of rain in a week or so, so the trails were decently dry. Good thing. As hard as the trail was to navigate down to the site, can you imagine what it would have been like if it had been slick? The bugs weren't bad either - which surprised me. I expected by this time to be eaten alive.
After visiting the rock, my second goal was to get a peek at the railroad bed. I'm glad we did. To me, the abandoned rail line (site of the new proposed rails-to-trails project) is runnable as of now. It will hopefully improve over time, but the bridges are in and the large gauge rock wasn't a problem (at least to me).
True, I'd planned a longer run, but sometimes you just have to let art flow (William Hurt, "The Big Chill"). We were on an adventure, an instant memory. This run had wheels of its own, and had to be given leash to take us where it would. I guess I was also considering the hard efforts you girls are going to put in Saturday. The weather is very harsh right now, actually some of the most dangerous weather we've had this summer. We need to be a bit careful.
Hopefully by Monday it will be cooler!
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