tuesday (august 26): I went running in the morning. the same route as the day before. 3+ miles.
tuesday - sunday were meant to be a backpacking trip in the wind rivers, but our plans changed when we noticed the area we were headed for was on fire. so we tried to salvage the trip by car camping in grand teton national park. it wasn't quite the same, but we did go on a hike around jenny lake and happened upon a small black bear a few feet off the trail. yeah, we got out of there quick! we ended up driving home thursday afternoon. it was pretty sad.
saturday: went on a seven mile hike up big cottonwood canyon. kinda steep. very dry out there. but it was pretty fun and I didn't have to worry about seeing bears on the trail, which is always a relief. we came home tired + dirty. you can't ask for much more out of life.
monday: did the short 3 mile liberty park loop (as opposed to the longer three mile loop I usually do) with peter. it was kind of a struggle because we pounded some serious cafe rio earlier that day.
tuesday: did an hour of elliptical at steiner. it was kind of low key. I was more interested in the magazine I was reading than keeping my heart rate up, I guess.
and that's pretty much it.
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3 comments:
My very earliest distinct memory in life, occurring just weeks before my second birthday, happened on Jenny Lake.
was that when you almost drowned and your brother caught you and held you up by your leg like a fish?
and I can't believe you remember anything from when you were two. especially since that was soooo long ago! ;)
No, I was five or six when my brother caught me and held me up by my leg like a fish. That occurred at a place called White Rock on the Owyhee River in eastern Oregon. (The Owyhee River empties into the Snake River just a few miles downstream from Adrian, Oregon, the town where I went to school for the first, second, third, and most of the fourth grades.)
The only reason I know how young I was at Jenny Lake was because my mom wrote in her diary that we were there the first weekend of July and that it rained on us when we were in a boat out in the lake. That is my memory: water everywhere, spraying from the motor on the little boat, falling out of the sky, water everywhere you could see, and I was pretty much terrified (which is probably why the memory stuck). I turned two just a couple weeks earlier on the 19th of July.
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