city livin'

 I'm afraid that outdoors activity content is a little thin on the ground around here these days.  We've been up in SLC for the last few weeks and while we're making sure to get active outside, it has taken the form of 3-5 mile Dimple Dell walks with Milton for me and trail runs/road rides for H.  Plus lots of weeding, which is technically an outdoor activity and one that leaves my back absolutely wrecked.  With the super-mild winter we had, it never got cold enough to shut the weeds down for the season and they are absolutely rampant; I have managed to get the north side of the house somewhat under control but the backyard?  Yikes.

No truer words

Anyway.  A couple of weekends ago, R, H's friend from high school, and his youngest son, M, were back in Utah for a soccer tournament.  They were playing teams from all over the country at the Regional Athletic Complex near Rose Park, in SLC.  H and I drove up there and watched M's last game of the tournament with R.  They were catching a redeye flight back to North Carolina and had several hours before they had to go back to their rental to pack up, so R suggested we go somewhere M could get some food and we adult types could get a beer.  To be honest, H and I were stymied as to where to suggest - we always go to bars, and M, being fourteen, can't do that - but R said they'd been to a place in SLC called the Woodbine Food Hall and that there was something for everybody.  The two of them didn't mind going back so off we went.

Not the Woodbine Food Hall

The Woodbine Food Hall, located in the Granary district, is in a wonderful, old, restored warehouse and is awesome.  It's got all kinds of vendors (pizza, sandwiches, BBQ, burgers, ramen, sushi/Burmese, Venezuelan street food and more), plus a separate bar (not yet open at the time we were there).  A number of the vendors also sell beer/wine but as they are "restaurants," you have to buy food to get booze.  That was easy: M got a fantastic margherita pizza and the others of us got beers.  It was really fun to sit with them and catch up, plus be surrrounded by a diverse group of people - something we don't really get day-to-day living in the suburbs.  When we left, all sorts of folks dressed in bowties and sequins began arriving at Woodbine on their bicycles: the Bike Prom was just getting underway.

A better look at that bike rack

After seeing R and M off with hugs, H and I thought, well, we've come all the way in town, we might as well try to find the reputed best dive bar in SLC.  We were looking for Willie's Lounge (1716 S.  Main Street) and we found it, and it was a great dive bar with friendly bartenders and a custom bike rack out front.  We also found Manny's (1704 S. Main Street), which is also a great dive bar with friendly bartenders - and it actually felt dive-ier than Willie's, due to the old school decor.   We love us a dive bar and now we know two new (to us) ones, should we ever want to make the trip downtown.

Does that not look like a dive bar?

memorial day weekend

 How the heck is it June already?  How are we halfway through the year and well on our way to the longest day of that year?  There's a saying that the days are long but the years are short and wow, is that the truth.

It's starting to get warm, even first thing in the morning

Surprising absolutely no one whatsoever, we three went to Moab for the recent Memorial Day long weekend.  We took a bit of a risk, deciding to go down Friday afternoon (chancing traffic heading south) but then returning Tuesday afternoon (avoiding the horrific holiday Monday traffic heading north).  Although there is a fair amount of road construction happening along Route 6 in Spanish Fork Canyon, the drive down Friday afternoon was no problem at all.  Whew!

Skies for days

The good thing about being in Moab for a long holiday weekend is that you're in Moab for a long holiday weekend; the bad thing is everyone else.  Keeping this in mind, we didn't stray too far afield, even going so far as to avoid Millcreek Canyon which usually gets hammered by visitors over this weekend.  Indeed, when we drove down from Sandflats on Saturday, we could see the Millcreek Canyon overflow parking extending to the new housing development out along the road.  Yikes.

New neighbor (about 12 inches long)

So we did these things: 

• Saturday: H and M did a Pipe Dream trailrun; then A and M did a Pipe Dream hike; then H and A did a road ride (25 miles for H and 23 for A); then we three had lunch up at the Slickrock trailhead, where M got peanut butter pretzels from a MTBer; then we went to Woody's; then we caught up with our neighbor.
• Sunday: H and M trail run; A and M hike; H and A road ride (H 25; A 21); then we met our friend C at Woody's where there was an intense discussion about how to rid one's home of invading raccoons; then A and M did a neighborhood walk to check out the vulture tree; and we learned we have a cute little gopher snake (bull snake?) in the irises in our neighbor's front yard.
• Monday: A and M did a neighborhood walk; H and A did a road ride (H 25; A 23); and in the afternoon we three went to the Spitfire dog-friendly patio where we were THRILLED to learn that our favorite bartender is back in town - it's been like a year since we've seen her.
• Tuesday: H and M trail run; H and A road ride (H 25; A 21) and it was very windy.

Then we drove home in the early afternoon and were sad that the holiday weekend was over.  But glad that we'd had a good time of it. 

Day drinking is exhausting

holding at 260

I mean, yikes.  Middle of March and only 260" of snowfall at Alta on the year?  And after a sunny, warm week, the base depth is down to 90".  H didn't take the earliest bus on Saturday, nor did he feel the need to hustle down to board at the first stop.  He definitely made the right call: there were only four riders on his bus.  He could see immediately upon arriving at Wildcat base that they'd lost a lot of snow during the week.  It was cloudy and overcast and the light was as flat as light can be without actually skiing in the clouds.  It was warmish, though, already in the low 40s when the lifts started turning, so the snow hadn't set up too hard overnight.  Still, he reported it as probably the worst day of the season for him.  (Just wait until Sunday!)

Kinda gloomy

Down in the valley, A and M weren't the most productive but they were fairly busy.  After laundry and the usual five mile Dimple Dell walk, they met A's brother J and his friend B from college for lunch/beers at the Hog Wallow (M waited in the car).  They were in town for some skiing, renting a place between Solitude and Brighton in Big Cottonwood Canyon.  But they'd already had at least five ski days in Colorado before arriving in SLC, and had just done two days of touring up in BCC, so they were looking for a bit of a break.  (Of course, J did swing by Solitude after lunch for an hour or two's worth of resort runs.)  The Hog Wallow was way busier than I expected, although with the skiing such crappy conditions I shouldn't have been surprised.

Our boy loves a bar

And then, at 4 p.m., H and A and M all went to meet E and K at the Watershed's dog-friendly patio for beers and vegan bar food.  We hadn't all been together since Christmas (!) so it was good to catch up.  Plus Milton charmed a couple of bikers, making new friends as he always does.  

dry february

I mean, we're all back to having a beer or a glass of wine with dinner.  But snow?  In Utah?  Not so much.  This last week, a teeny little system brough Alta about two inches, which is literally the only snow we've had since New Year's.  Greatest snow on Earth?  Not hardly.  H, because he is dedicated/foolhardy/will drive himself crazy if he doesn't go skiing, went up both days this past weekend.  On Saturday, under mostly blue skies, it was 34F at the base for his first chair lift ride of the morning and it was 49F for his last lift ride.

Lotta bare dirt there

On Sunday, it was more of the same: mostly blue skies, unseasonably warm.  Like, 50F when he left in the early afternoon.  On January 31st.  Does it count as a "January thaw" when winter hasn't even started yet?

Spring skiing on 1 February

On the homefront (and A is continuing to feel pretty good about her decision to not get a season pass again this year), A and M kept busy.  Saturday was a 4.8 mile Dimple Dell walk, then vacuuming and laundry, and making a batch of InstantPot chickpeas, running a couple of errands (too many people out and about on Saturday mornings - yeesh), and baking chocolate chip cookies.  Kind of a quiet day.  Sunday saw us doing our DD walk again - lots of people out there on a Sunday, walkers and runners and dog walkers and equestrians, all enjoying the springlike conditions - and then it was so warm that Milton got to hang out in the sun on his tie-out in the driveway, just like he likes to do.  A made a batch of vegan bolognese pasta sauce for the freezer and swiffered everything.  Not that it needed it.

Awesome firepits

And then, when H got home from skiing, the whole family went out for beers and vegan sammiches at The Watershed, where Milton made friends with everyone on the dog-friendly patio.  Just because it's not feeling like winter doesn't mean we can't take advantage of it.

'tis more of the season

 On Boxing Day (not a thing in the U.S., I realize, but don't care), the whole crew went to Millcreek for a longer (4.1 miles) hike.  All the dogs enjoyed this more than the Corona Arch hike, I think, since they could be off leash.  Milton and Stevie chased each other in the straightaways; and the weiner dogs did awesome, just needing some assistance in the steep or really rocky parts.  Also the water crossings: the water wasn't high but their legs are so, so short.

M post hike

I remembered to bring post-hike beers this time, although it wasn't quite as nice a day as it had been on Christmas.  Still, a parking lot hang is a parking lot hang!  Afterwards, we took advantage of the four dogs being tired for the four people to stroll over to Woody's.  We took control of the jukebox and had a couple of pitchers, then walked back home for leftovers.

E and Oliver

To give the smaller dogs a break, on Saturday, while H and Milton went for a 4 mile trail run, A, E and K put some money back into the local economy.  We went to the thrift store owned by Milton's rescue, Underdog, and were pleased to see it's pretty good.  It's a big place with a wide variety of things: I got four cookbooks; K bought books and record albums and postcards and a dog collar; E got an amazing 70s-esque caftan.  We cruised Main Street next, hitting up a couple of little boutique shops and Back of Beyond Books, before having lunch at The Spoke.  Dinner was at home: vegan BBQ pulled pork (soy curl) sandwiches.

Not literally all of us in flannel

And then the long holiday weekend was over.  E and K got up and got going early.  H, M and A were not too far behind: doing a town walk and then cleaning house before heading back to SLC ourselves.  Traffic was light, the road was clear and dry, and we all made it home safe and sound.  And then H got organized for the week of skiing ahead.

giving thanks

Due to work schedules, we weren't able to drive down to Moab until Wednesday morning, Thanksgiving Eve.  This actually worked out well: we were packed up and on the road by 7 a.m., rolling into town well before 11 and with no traffic to deal with.  We unloaded and unpacked, and then H and Milton went for a trail run on Pipe Dream (4 miles) while A did a town walk (3.2 miles) to see what was happening in town.  It was busier than we expected, no doubt due to the very nice weather we were having as well as complete lack of snow in northern Utah.

Not the winning cards

We did stroll over to Woody's for a beer and were inadvertently sucked into Bingo night, which was very well attended by the locals.  During the shorter and shorter off season, Woody's makes an effort to become more of a community resource, with Bingo, trivia, karaoke, Science Moab talks and other events to bring in local engagement.  It may be a scruffy dive bar but it's got heart.

Not a cloud in sight

It was absolutely gorgeous Thanskgiving morning: clear and bright and warming into the 40s with only a light breeze.  After we let it warm up a bit, we did a family hike at the Navajo Rocks MTB trail system.  We parked at the lower lot and walked up towards the upper lot, putting together a six mile out-and-back.  The parking lot was nearly full when we got back to the car and we watched MTBers and trail runners coming and going as we had post-hike beers.

At the midpoint

We had invited our neighbor to come over for Tgiving dinner but she already had plans.  So it was just us with our vegan pot pies (with stuffing instead of top crust - delicious), mashed potatoes and gravy.  Carbs for everyone!

Marie Callender frozen pie crusts 

are accidentally vegan - woohoo!

 

the watershed

 On Saturday, we hooked up with E and K (Milton's girlfriends) and went for lunch and beers at the newly-rechristened Watershed in Midvale.  Formerly The Midway, once their Bar Rescue contract was up, they immediately renamed the venue, got rid of all the kitchy carnival decor and improved their patio set-up with a roof, windbreak and big gas firepits.  They had also recently instituted a big vegan menu, in addition to their regular one, and we felt that it was important to go check it out.  Also: beer.

E and K were already on the patio, cozied up to a firepit with a bloody mary and seasonal pumpkin spice white russian.  After ordering our beers and checking with the waitress, H fetched Milton from the car to join us.  Our waitress was smitten as M turned his charm on her and the other folks sitting next to us.

So needy

Despite the road noise (900 East, just south of Ft. Union), it was quite nice there on the patio.  The firepits are surrounded by shelves for food and beers, although the glasses did get pretty warm.  We talked with the bartender and he was enthused for it to get even colder, saying that he figured it would stay relatively comfortable well into the winter.

So flirty

Food-wise, we all ate off the vegan menu.  K got the buffalo wrap (okay/would not get again but really good garlic fries); E got the vegan nachos (huge and quite good); H got the garlic cheeseburger (not overly garlicky and Beyond Burgers are not his favorite, although that is a personal preference not a dis); and I got the costra tacos with vegan asado (delicious but super-messy, and the salsa was excellent and spicy).  The vegan asado was also a Beyond product and I have to admit that I really wasn't sure that it was plant-based.  

So, a bar with a dog-friendly patio and decent vegan bar food, only a 10-15 minute drive from our house?  Bravo, The Watershed - we'll be back.

vacation end

And then the rain set in.  We hadn't gotten much weather during monsoon season, and Utah is always in at least some kind of a drought, so it felt ungrateful to complain.  But maybe not rain during vacation!  It felt like being back in Maine again - it always rained during our vacations there - except for, you know, desert.

At the start

On Friday, A and M did a damp, 3.3 mile town walk.  Then H and A rode their MTBs down to the start of the Moab 240 to watch the crazy runners head off.  The Moab 240 is an ultra trail marathon that is 240 miles long (give or take).  Last year, it was hotter than normal conditions for the runners; this year, they had rain and snow and overflowing creeks and so much mud.  It is such a cool event and both H and I wish we had it in us to do such a thing.  It isn't so much the distance that's intimidating - I would LOVE to hike the course, over a period of (many) days - it's the sleep deprivation.  

At the bar

After the runners headed off, we rode down to Proper Brewing (it was on the way home) for one beer, then stopped at Woody's for one beer, before returning home.  It's important to support local businesses.

At Sandflats

Saturday found us three doing a quick Practice Loop (2.3 miles) hike up at Sandflats in the morning.  We figured it would be the least wet and muddy trail we could do; indeed, all the potholes were full of rainwater.  It dried up enough in the afternoon for another visit to the Spitfire for dog-friendly patio beers.  But Saturday night we got a massive thunderstorm - the lightning was incredible.  Milton was not pleased.

At another bar

On Sunday, after A and M did another townwalk (3.2 miles), the humans headed out on their bikes for the last road ride of vacation (20.2 miles).  It was much cooler after the storm but the rain had wrecked some havoc along the trail: lots of downed branches and sand/mud washed across the bike path.  Our ride ended up being shorter than we intended, actually, because the bike path along the river was flooded and impassable.

At the end of the line

And that was it.  We cleaned the house and did yard work Monday morning before packing up and heading back to SLC.  This fall vacation was perhaps a little less active than past year's due to the adverse weather.   But we did get out and do at least one thing outdoors each day, and had double sessions several times.  Plus all that weather meant A read ten library books!

vacation middle (2)

We mostly have good weather in Moab, it being a desert and all.  But Wednesday was really the last good weather day of our vacation week.  And I think we did a pretty good job of taking advantage of it.

Gap as we made our way down

While H did a five mile trail run and an 24.3 mile road ride, A and M hiked down Grandstaff Canyon, from the Sandflats antenna to the Colorado River.  We've done this several times before, most recently just in July (the Squirrel Episode).  We may not do it again for a while.  In July, it wasn't too overgrown but this last time, the going was tough once we got down to the creek.  Numerous times we just couldn't press through - forcing our way through Russian thistle over the dog's head left me badly scratched - and we scrambled up high, along one of the benches for much more of the upper hike than we have in the past.  Milton is such a good hiker, really agile and good at finding the trail, but the prickly parts weren't fun for him either.

Art al fresco

We made it out and H picked us up, having packed lunch and beers for some post-hike picnicing at our spot above the bike path/river.  That afternoon, after getting cleaned up, we walked to the in-town ball fields to meet our friends C and F and watch their four year old son play soccer.  That kid is far better than anyone else on his team and scored like eight times in a fifteen minute game.  After that, we strolled back to their house for a yard beer, and when it was time for their son's dinner, bid them farewell and strolled over to Woody's for a bar beer.

From whence we came

Thursday brought some rain.  We tried to time it for activities and did pretty well, all things considered.  A and M did a 2.2 mile town walk while H did a 4 mile trail run.  After a late morning grocery run (A had to shelter under a tree for a few minutes on the walk back), the weather cleared up.  H and A got their bike ride in and, more than that, rode all the way up "the hill" on the bike path (28.4 miles, 2:19 time because I'm slow), going up past the entrance to Arches National Park, all the way to the first kiosk at the Moab Brand MTB trails.  Having gotten my bike in for service pre-vacation certainly helped with the shifting and braking - I still much, much prefer riding up hills than down them.

Appreciate that sky

vacation middle (1)

 Monday was another beautiful, clear, temperate day, and we three did a family hike at Amasa Back.  I love this hike: going up Hymasa to the Colorado River overlook, then returning via the jeep road.  It's an acceptable length (just under six miles), never too steep, with some of my favorite scenery in Moab and the potential for entertainment (watching off-road vehicles navigating the obstacles).  Plus the trailhead parking lot is ideal for post-hike beers, with all types of outsdoory-types (MTBers, hikers, trailrunners, off-roader, vanlifers, etc.) to talk to.

Heading down from the overlook

Later that day, H did a solo 24 mile road ride on the bike path; then we took Milton to the vet to get a bump on his leg looked at (lipoma); then we three went to Spitfire to bask in the sun whilst drinking beers on their dog-friendly patio.  We'd all earned it.  And we even had a backyard firepit that night, once the stars came out, after dinner at home.

Yay hiking!

Tuesday we felt quite virtuous, actually.  A and M did a 4.2 mile town walk, sticking to their every-other-day-off-leash routine, while H did a four mile trail run.  Then we humans did a 25 mile road ride - a little further up the bike path than A usually does.  For lunch, we packed a cooler and went to "our" picnic spot above the bike path/Colorado River.  And then the afternoon and evening were spent at home, working through our library books and catching up with our neighbor.

Yay beers!

paintbrush

By Saturday we were all feeling some cumulative fatigue.  A and M did a neighborhood walk, and then A and H did their road ride on the bike path.  The day was clear and a little bit warmer than the last few, but not much wind so we were psyched about that.  This day's picnic was at the Amasa Back trailhead.  Ususally when we are there, it's early in the morning to start a hike; since we were there for lunch, it was packed and we got one of the last few parking spots.  As we had our sandwiches, MTBers started rolling in after their rides.  Milton got to make some new friends, of course.

Paintbrush

This turned out to be the hottest day since the car show, so our afternoon was spent lounging around at home, reading.  We strolled to Woody's for cocktails and then came home for a firepit on a simply beautiful night (until the threat of rain rolled in).

Ambiance

And then it was Sunday and we were all sad about it.  We did a 3.5 mile family town walk, then cleaned the house and packed the truck.  The drive back to SLC was uneventful except for the fact that Milton was so tired that he actually relaxed and fell asleep with his head on H's knee.

So tired

Vacation stats:  21 miles trail running (H only); 37.25 miles hiking/walking; 131 miles road cycling.

globe mallow

 By Tuesday, the weeding couldn't be put off any longer.  While A toiled away at that (making a good dent in it but with still more to do), H and Milton did a five mile trail run on Pipe Dream.  Whether from the sun or from cumulative fatigue, Milt was definitely dragging by the last half mile or so.

Globe mallow getting started

Mid-morning, while the dog rested up, the two people went out for their twenty-one mile road ride on the bicycle path.  The weather was just about perfect: clear, low 70s, sunny and not much breeze at all, for a change.

Co-op, baby

In the afternoon, A walked down to the Moonflower Community Cooperative (one of only two in Utah, apparently?  Is that true?) and signed up for a lifetime membership - something that had been on the list of things to do for quite some time.  In addition to being a grocery store, they have a bakery and prepared foods section and there were quite a few people sitting out front in the shade, noshing on some good looking eats.

Waiting to make friends

In the early evening, all three of us walked over to the Spitfire Smokehouse for beers on the dog-friendly patio.  H and A found a table right next to the door and Milton positioned himself perfectly to accost every other patron for pets.  Despite the lack of people in the photo above, he made quite a few new friends.  And that evening we all managed to stay awake for the first backyard firepit of the season.

nothing but flowers

 Once Alta closed, there was nothing left to do but go to Moab for a week.  So we did.  And we completely lucked out on the weather - which was largely gorgeous and very pleasant and the wildflowers were just getting going - because the day after we went back to SLC, it rained in the desert for a couple of days.  

We had an uneventful drive down from SLC on Friday afternoon.  En route, we got a text from Moab friends C and F.  Once we got unloaded and partially unpacked, we walked over to Woody's and met them for a drink on the patio.

By the Youth Garden Project

On Saturday, we all went to Pipe Dream for some trail time.  A did a 7.2 mile hike while H and Milton did an eight mile trail run.  It was in the high 70s and sunny, which turned out to be a little too hot for M; he seems to be affected more by the heat as he gets older.  

Our neighbor's irises

Because M got a little hot, he didn't mind one bit when A and H wandered over to the Moab Car Show (put on by the local Rotary chapter).  We checked out all the vehicles - seemingly more hotrods and fewer Studebakers this year - and also ran into C and F and their young son H, who seemed a little overwhelmed at seeing all these "Hotwheels" cars live and in person.  On the way home, we stopped in at Josie Wyatt's (it is literally right on the way) and got overcharged for our $2 PBRs.

sidewinder

 On Saturday, it wasn't quite as sunny but still cold.  And windy this time.  I had in mind to go back to finish off the Moab Brand trails; H declined to accompany Milton and me in the face of all that wind.  (He did end up doing a town walk where it was yes, still cold and windy.)  To be honest, about fifteen minutes into a headwind out of the north, I was thinking that H had the right idea.

Heading north on lower Sidewinder

Milton and I drove out to the Killer B parking area off 191, just north of Arches National Park, and hopped onto the paved bike path until we reached the lowest exit of the Sidewinder trail.  The wind was brutal.  My hands were super-cold, despite mittens, and I wished I'd worn a beanie that covered my ears better.  Nevertheless, we persisted, and once we got onto Sidewinder proper, we had some protection from the wind with the cliff walls.  The trail was pretty and red, hard-packed dirt mostly, and it climbed steadily - with a couple of cliffy spots - until we got to the Rusty Spur intersection.

From there we crossed the paved bike path and made our way to a big intersection: Bar M loop, Lazy EZ and Deadman's Ridge.  When we turned onto Deadman's Ridge, we were mainly heading south and it was much, much more pleasant with the wind at our backs.  I'd hoped to knock off the whole trail segment (3.4 miles) and I think we got most of it, although at one point we must have turned wrong and finished up on Bar B instead.  Still, it's a great trail to walk (way too technical for me to ride), with rolling ups and downs and varied terrain.  From Bar B we segued to Killer B, and thus back down to the car.  We'd seen no one the whole time.

The wash between Sidewinder and the paved bike path

After getting cleaned up back at home, H and I walked to Josie Wyatt's for a beer and managed to run into a friend there.  Dinner was again soup and the evening's entertainment was exactly what it had been the night before (different KZMU radio shows though).

Stats: A and M hike: 6.34 miles; H town walk: 4.00 miles; A and H roundtrip to JW's: 2 miles; soup: green chile stew.

PS - I didn't take any other photos so here's a quick run-down of the rest of weekend: additional hikes/trail runs: A and M 4.8 miles, H 4 miles; additional town walks: 1.5 and 3.48.  Two more soups: red lentil and then again back to regular lentil.  We like soup.

posting up at home

 Ah, a pre-ski season November weekend in SLC - the very definition of shoulder season.  Alta is expected to open on Friday 11/22/24, however, so we'll get some skiing stuff to post about.  For full disclosure, I did not get a ski pass this season.  I just barely got in all ten days for my ten-pack last year, begrudgingly going up on cold and stormy days (although I had a couple of sunny spring days that were just so much fun).  And for some reason, Milton is having some separation anxiety issues - after six years of absolutely no problems at all - and we've started to crate him while we're at work.  He doesn't seem to mind it too much, and it is safer for him and the window blinds, but I am glad that I will be with him on the weekends while H is skiing.

Meanwhile, shoulder season.  Friday night, H and I went out to a new (to us) bar, The Midway, to see a friend's band.  (Milton hung out in the car.) We'd never been there before: it's got a mixed vibe, part sports bar, part working class dive, and a huge outdoor patio with firepits.  The band was fun, doing 70s and 80s covers.  The bar staff were all super friendly (nothing vegan on the menu except fries and chips and salsa) and we'll have to find out if the patio is dog-friendly.

It started precipitating as we drove home, continuing overnight and into the morning, leaving a couple inches of snow.  Saturday stayed pretty gloomy and cold, with snow showers off and on.  Milton made out like a bandit on walks: a four-miler with A in the morning, a 3.2 miler with H early afternoon, and then another mile or so later in the afternoon.  It seemed like a good day to bake (chocolate chip cookies and a chocolate-zucchini bundt cake) and braise (tomato-fennel braised chickpeas for dinner).

The weather system moved out and Sunday was chilly and gorgeous: 25F and bright sun when A and Milton headed out for their walk.  H had hoped to go for a bike ride but, given the temperature and all the downed and damp leaves on the road, opted for a trail run instead.  Clouds moved back in starting around noon, which led to more cooking: pumpkin muffins, homemade vegetable stock and a Thai green curry soup for dinner.

rest day (for some)

 On Friday, all three of us went up to Sand Flats for a quick 2.27 mile Practice Loop loop.  Milton loves it up there and covers a lot of ground: he can run way out but, because of the terrain (sandstone domes) he can keep an eye on us.  It was a gorgeous morning and we were early enough that it was really just starting to get busy as we were finishing up.  The campground seemed pretty full, at least the first couple of site groups.

Sandflats selfie

Then, after H fixed A's flat tire, H and A did a 23 mile road ride, with a pause on the way back to watch the start of the Moab 240: 240 miles, most of them trails, on foot, in under 117 hours across some of the Moab area's gnarliest terrain.  We chatted with some racers and spectators at the start and then cheered the racers on as they started.  With GPS and social media, it was very easy to follow the racers' progress, even as they were in such remote locations.  So we picked five racers - our Dutch buddy from the Moab Rim parking lot and four women (one we talked with, two we stood next to and one we had seen running on the bike path earlier in the week) - to follow, in addition to the two men's leaders and the two women's leaders.  We must have picked well because four out of our five selected runners finished and, strangely enough, those four spent most of the event within a couple of miles of each other.  The men's winner - Max Jolliffe finished in 69 hours 22 minutes; the final finisher came in just under the 117 hour cutoff.  It is amazing what humans can do.

And they're off!

We, however, figured we had done enough with our 25.27 mile day (23 on wheels), and later that afternoon, picked up our friend Chris on our way over to Woody's for beers.  It really is amazing what humans can do.

We bought a sticker.  We like the fox.

recovery

 After the big race, H was supposed to recover for 72 hours.  So Sunday morning, A and Milton did 4.7 miles out and back on Pipedream (1:38 hours).  We had to re-route a little bit to give a wide berth to a coyote who was being very vocal about our presence.  (Milton didn't seem to care but A was nervous.)  

Pipedream

When we safely returned, A and H did a 21 mile road ride on the bike path (1:30 hours) because obviously a 21 mile bike ride is "recovery."  And later that evening, we "recovered" further, catching up with our neighbor and her dog.  Milton even chewed on a tennis ball!  (He only does dog things like that when he's with another dog.  Never when he's alone.)

Dog things

On Monday, A and Milton did their usual Millcreek loop (just under 4 miles - I was sure that it was longer than that).  H and A did a repeat of the 21 mile road ride since H was still recovering.  We attempted beers at Josie Wyatt's but the $2 draft PBRs are still flat.  Bleh.

Millcreek