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Sunday, July 31, 2011
A Comic Outing: Running in the Pioneers (Volume 1; Issue 1)
If yesterday's challenging 19 mile (6,000 ft vert) run on the PK Pass to Johnstone Pass loop in the Pioneer Mountains was anything, it was comic. So what better way to do it justice than with...a comic? Below is Volume 1; Issue 1 of Running in the Pioneers.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Devils Bedstead and Beyond: Summer Finally Arrives in the High Country
As was general across the mountain west this year, summer took a long time to arrive here in Sun Valley. The dreary spring gave new energy to the snow gods who were able to hold on to the high country well beyond their usual reign. And while we runners have not necessarily been patient, we've endured a long long wait to visit those trails we've been longing for since last October.
The last ten days or so, it seems we've finally been released - into the wild.
The last ten days or so, it seems we've finally been released - into the wild.
Trail-level view, Fourth of July Lake |
And it's been amazing. Though there are still a few lonesome ridges and shadowed basins above 11,000 ft holding on to some deep snow, the vast majority of routes have opened up, bringing with it that great sense of urgency to run as much, to climb as much as one possibly can before things turn again in early fall.
Last weekend, I started things off with some fantastic running in the White Cloud Mountains around Fourth of July Lake. Though I've been in Sun Valley for a while now, I'd never run in this range, and it was nothing short of spectacular - challenging terrain, amazing landscapes, and a lot of sustained high elevation routes.
Looking down on Fourth of July Lake from Ants Basin overlook. |
Gang of Four in front of Devils Bedstead West |
At 11,051 feet, DBW isn't monstrous, but it's pretty tall for Idaho, and the trip to the top has a great mix of soft, wooded singletrack, talus, unparalleled views, and just enough hairball scrambling to remind you how much you love life.
Maxing out my meager scrambling skills on the knife-edge crux |
Looking down on Kane Lake from the top. |
Family fun. |
Finishing off this opening session of summer, I hit the Bald Mountain Trail last night around 7:45pm. The trail is five miles of runnable singletrack that climbs about 3,200 feet to the top of the Sun Valley ski hill (Baldy). This time of year it can be overrun with locals and tourists alike and can make for some frustrating running, but the sustained, measured climbing makes it a go-to training and fitness test.
Beginning at the tail end of Sunday night after the down-mountain lifts had closed, I had the hill all to myself, and it became a very special outing. The 90 degree day cooled quickly in the north slope shadow; I felt really strong, and as the sun began to set the mountain came alive with colors and with animals like I'd never seen before on Baldy. I thought of a recent Verlyn Klinkenborg piece in the New York Times ("One Fine Day") that perfectly described what things felt like. He writes about a beautiful summer day on his farm where: "Either everything was sentient along with me, or we were all sharing a vital insentience."
Beginning at the tail end of Sunday night after the down-mountain lifts had closed, I had the hill all to myself, and it became a very special outing. The 90 degree day cooled quickly in the north slope shadow; I felt really strong, and as the sun began to set the mountain came alive with colors and with animals like I'd never seen before on Baldy. I thought of a recent Verlyn Klinkenborg piece in the New York Times ("One Fine Day") that perfectly described what things felt like. He writes about a beautiful summer day on his farm where: "Either everything was sentient along with me, or we were all sharing a vital insentience."
Even for life on the trail it was a rare moment - one of those times that reminds us why we run, why we venture into the wild, and particularly why we do them both together.
A rare moment in a short season. Time to stop writing and uncover the next one.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Pioneer Cabin: A Portrait Project
For whatever reason, my long runs this summer have all been lackluster at best and real chores at worst, a frustrating thing in what should be the high season of mountain life. But, in a rare moment of successfully channeling negative energy in a positive direction, I decided that on Sunday's outing up to Pioneer Cabin in Sun Valley (up the North Fork of Hyndman Crk and down Johnstone Crk, for those who might care), I'd take time along the way for a mini-project I'd been wanting to tackle for a while: chronicling a backcountry run in self-portraits.
It sounds a bit corny, I admit, but I've long been fascinated with photo self-portraits and their honest attempt to capture a moment or express a sentiment even if they're by definition premeditated. So I took my miniature tripod and took my time and snapped a few images that I think did decent justice to the day.
Running Solo? |
Running Green |
Steep and Wide |
Pioneer Cabin (In) |
Pioneer Cabin (Out) |
Rock and Snow |
Trail's End |
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Classic Sun Valley: Wildflowers & Singletrack (Photo)
I've been posting a lot of photos lately on Run Junkie, so much so that even this camera-crazed trail runner decided to go light on images for a little bit. And then there was yesterday's run with a handful of Sun Valley locals and Boise's Ben Blessing, who was in town for some July 4 gigs. Despite inexplicably bonking on the last 5 miles, I maintained enough strength to snap some photos of what can only be described as classic Sun Valley singletrack.
Here's one of my favorites of the day, which captures for me so much of what I love about our sport:
Here's one of my favorites of the day, which captures for me so much of what I love about our sport:
Descending the Adams Gulch trail towards Harpers turnoff; Sun Valley, Idaho |
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