Thank you Buck!

So, after a great day a Lagoon, I returned to Farmington planning to run 40 mi. I stashed a cooler at big mountain and drove forever to my start. The weather was great! I wandered a little looking for the trail. Thank goodness for my GPS watch. Then after about 10.5 miles, I was on an exposed ridge above Bountiful. The clouds got thicker. The lightning got closer. The rain came down hard. Then the hail came down. I, in my sweet little thin vest, started shivering after hunkering down under some pines for a half hour. I ate all my food and drank a bunch of EFS and got up the cajones to head back toward Bountiful and hope for a hitch hike. I made it 5 feet and it came down harder! So I stopped under the next pine stand and called the wife.

"help" I cried like a big baby. "I'm cold." (3700 up, 3000 down)

So she headed toward Bountiful and I started down the remote dirt road. Just then I heard the rumbling of a truck behind me. I stuck out my thumb and gave the most pathetic look I could. Inside the truck were three gruff pipeline workers, returning to Bountiful from their work site. Keep in mind, I was dressed like this:

So they were very nice and tolerant of me. I may have even got a side job out of it!

I met up with Sarah and the kids and we went to lunch.

I didn't want her driving the scary wet dirt road back to my car and I wanted a bit more of a workout, so I ran the last 7.2 miles back up to my car. (2600 up) By then, the weather was beautiful. 4 hours 40 minutes running all together.

All in all I felt good, but I was bummed to have to bail on my last chance at a big run. Plus I will never hear the end of it.

I guess I have what I have and from now on it'll be slightly shorter higher intensity stuff. Good times.

Thank you, Wife. I know you care.