College commencement speakers often point out that “the end of a journey is the beginning of another”. True in that context. True here. So many thoughts and emotions coming down that last downhill stretch, winding through the forest, nearly 7 hours into the 2016 Bridger Ridge Run. Repeated reminders to self, “look down, DO NOT […]
August 10 Three days to go
I feel like a stalker, the Bridgers rising in picture postcard fashion directly across from the B&B where I’m staying. They are the first thing I see in the morning, and the last thing I think about at night. What a strange obsession! But I’m not alone. At breakfast I traded pictures and running tales […]
August 8 Sacagawea, up close and personal
No more worshipping from afar. This morning, my United flight gently banked to the right, and there it was — the whole darn Bridger Range. Nose glued to the glass, Trying to name each of the five peaks along the way. The mountains appear less threatening from up here, looked fairly tame actually. You can […]
July 30 — Frankensense
In my ongoing reading about the Bridger Ridge Run (unbridled lust from afar), I found this summary of the race from some badass who finished 5th last year, despite almost completely destroying one ankle: The Bridger mountains form a steep, rocky north-south ridge line just outside of town. The race is 19.7 miles, with 6800ft […]