|steep and deep|
|the boys and their toys|
The run Saturday morning was incredibly difficult after the raw amounts of beer that were consumed on Friday night. But it was special in its own way too, because for the first time in a long time, I didn't have to run alone. Upton promised me he would run on Saturday and he made good on his word. We set out on Boardman River Road atop a new layer of snow and under sunny skies. Again, it felt good laying down fresh tracks in this pristine setting. We wound our way up through Sand Lakes Quiet Area past upland forest, lakes, creeks, bottomlands and cattail marsh; chatting all the way. It was nice to get away from the group and catch up with an old friend. When we turned back at mile 4 the sight of our side-by-side fresh tracks made me think of the training partners I had seen locked shoulder-to-shoulder in the Bayshore Marathon. In a way it makes me jealous. I wish I at least had the option to train and race with a good friend...but I suppose a solid compatible partner is hard to come by. I'll settle for the cherished runs I do get to share with others from time to time.
Later that morning, on our way to breakfast, I had to tow Brent's sled for the second time in two days as it was out of gas. Apparently the time we spent in the powder the previous day had eaten up way more fuel than expected. The rest of the day was filled with short rides around the cabin and a botched run to Fife Lake. By late afternoon the trails were getting rough and Upton was getting beat up on his touring machine (The Cadillac). His carbides had long since vaporized to the rigors of riding asphalt and gravel and as a result, he was washing out corners. It was safer and easier to head back to camp and drink the rest of the day away. Keg #2 was gone by 10 PM. It was a beautiful weekend filled with good friends, fast machines and cold beer.