tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506283606786766116.post902941312514184375..comments2023-10-17T08:00:20.685-07:00Comments on Methow Trails: Simply SpectacularBDryehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12287941086072867378noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-506283606786766116.post-49395927515453270842010-08-28T21:58:17.795-07:002010-08-28T21:58:17.795-07:00Nice photos!
Here is a little poem about the race...Nice photos!<br /><br />Here is a little poem about the race today, not sure where to post it:<br /><br /><br />Cold granite air this morning<br />Icy mist suspended at Rainy Pass<br />Everyone fresh from it, milling, stretching, jogging, coffee-fueled conversations,<br />Friendly excitement, laces tied tight, toes stretching, rubbing thighs,<br />Start.<br /><br />Floating easy, light, smooth over rocks and roots and creeks<br />In the forest then up into the low meadows, moist with melting mist-frost.<br />Up to subalpine firs and frosthoar, and up again onto the rock flanks,<br />The tiny flying frigid steps, the ball of energy in my abdomen, <br />Flickering, surging me forward, smooth when I follow its flow. <br /><br />Then finally, the granite pass, emerging gently, after all. <br />A moment there, the peaks and valleys, the morning sun, and then,<br />Sailing, arms out<br />Down, from 6800 feet, feet light<br />Speed, and air at last.<br /><br />Pounding down switchbacks,<br />Side-stepping, quick-stepping, striding, sprinting smooth sections,<br />Quadriceps becoming tight,<br /><br />Then, in the sunny subalpine valley, <br />The voice of the forest stopping me short, to listen<br />To nothing and everything, for a second, <br />Runners passing,<br />A minute,<br />Head fizzy from altitude,<br />Huffing, heaving, sweating,<br />What is this valley? What is here? <br /><br />Gentle Pasayten wilderness,<br />Tall dry granitic peaks, scrubby trees.<br />Quieter in these mountains,<br />Standing, realizing this.<br />Peaceful here.<br /><br />Exhaling a deep breath, <br />Turning back to the trail, <br />Surging forth, and driving legs,<br />Down through midland forest<br />Over the bridge, <br />Finish.<br /><br />by Josh Robins (#243)Joshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11776195406273108490noreply@blogger.com