One of my Saturday morning running buddies has connected me with a friend in Bozeman who is running the Bridger this year.  She is about my age, and last ran the race 20 years ago.  She’s done parts of it since, but not the whole darn thing.  She and I trade messages, and she’s been sending pictures of the amazing scenery from the Ridge (“Bridger porn” she calls it!).    She has offered to take me up to Bridger Bowl (near the middle of the course) the Tuesday before the race, which will be very cool.  I am going to pick her brain and the course, and particularly the mental components of six hours on the Ridge–a smorgasbord of awe, adrenaline, despair and pain.  It’s feeling real!