Runner Schizophrenia: The me that decided to run 12 miles is somehow never the same me that has to run them.
Sunrise at camp in Hope Valley. It was a beautiful weekend start to finish. Great camp food, great company and conversation, a tough 11-mile hike with a big reward, intense and hilarious board games, total disconnection from everything else. Good stuff.
Tent camping at 6000+ feet this weekend, so out comes the winter clothes box. Overnight low supposed to hover around 40-45 both nights.
Three days vibrating in Las Vegas overwhelm, one of those pushing 50 pounds of boy and stroller for 13.1 miles through the desert on a barely-healed ankle, which was equal parts a pleasant escape and a pain in the ass (literally), and two full days on my butt in the car on either end, and I’m indescribably glad to be home.
But I sure do love Nevada.
Nothing remarkable about my performance in today’s race—a 10k—but the race itself was remarkable enough for both of us. Shane’s photo (I was too busy just trying to survive).
First non-phone photograph I’ve taken in more than a year. Probably. Sadly.
“Joshua Trees in the Glow of Las Vegas”
Mike Wetzel, Henderson, NV | mikewetzelphotography.com
Honorable mention in The Great Nevada Picture Hunt.
Shin Pond, Maine — near Baxter State Park, and where I learned to swim (and later became a junior lifeguard). This was an every-summer staple of life from about age 5 to age 17.
boreal forest near the yukon river, alaska
Current (subconscious) status.
We snuck a quick but amazing 24-hour camping trip to Hope Valley in the Sierra to watch Perseids and the supermoon and celebrate our anniversary. Full photo set over at Instagram.