Everything was going according to plans. Sadie and I were have a nice jaunt, heading up and up and up. We saw some spectacular views and were buffeted by the wind but only while on the crest. I passed the Embudito Trail junction, just as planned. While in the middle of some very large aspens and pines, I took a short break to eat a gel. One tree, right by the trail, had this tag on it. What does it mean?
My son and the grand kids live in Hershey, PA, home of Hershey chocolate. I was eating a chocolate gel, and 1954 is the year of my birth. It MUST mean something, right?
I continued on, wondering HOW FAR TO BART'S TRAIL. Surely I missed it. I MUST have missed it. It couldn't be that far, right? So, I turned around and headed back, figuring I should play it safe, since I was out of food and we had tickets to go see Lincoln this afternoon (I thought it was good. I definitely recommend it, even at 2:30.).
Got home and checked the map. I think I was within .1 mile of Bart's trail when I turned around. Turned out to be about 17 miles.
Feeling good about running. Love the Sandias. Unbelievable views! So much fun and it is still warm...speaking of which, I was in shorts and a short sleeved shirt. Passed some folks who had on hats, gloves, and down jackets. Will I become cold blooded if I live here long enough?
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