As usual, the different waves of runners mixed and matched along the trail.
Great opportunity to hear all the stories of cold, endurance, perseverance and misery from the rucking event last weekend. No matter how gruesome they made it sound, somehow it’s still extremely appealing.
Other than that, some of us witnessed Kid startling the heck of a huge owl—the poor guy was perched on the rail of one of the bridges, probably ready to catch its last meal of the night. Apparently we were so fast, it didn’t even feel us going by. Anyway, that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.