Driven

Knee Screppa!

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Bury Scott at Wounded Knee

Right this very moment I am bursting with overconfidence. I have decided to devote the next year to training for and running in the 2012 Wasatch 100, if I win the lottery of course.

With Scott and Matt I ran the first 14 miles of the Wasatch 100 course, then descended Baer canyon down to Fruit Heights. I am counting the mileage conservatively at 17 total but it may be as much as 18.

The Good: All trail, all mountain, views of 3 (maybe 4) counties, peakbagging too, good company, sunshine and cool breeze, spring water, no stepped-on snakes...

The Bad: Scott, usually speedy and agile, was bloodied below the knee by a sharp rock on the climb up Chinscraper. He had to go more slowly than usual after that. However, he still told lots of dirty jokes.

The Ugly: Descent through Baer Canyon - Hot, steep, overgrown, long

I am planning to go back Saturday and run the same trail to Francis peak, a mere mile away from where we began our descent, and down Farmington canyon - which should be 27 to 28 miles.

With Scott and Twinkie Man, we went from the Bountiful B aid station for Wasatch to Bountiful Peak, then down the winding road to the top of Farmington canyon, then up to the Francis shed. From the shed we began the proper route for Wasatch back to the B aid station. But it wasn't that easy. We got lost and wandered for two hours looking for the route. Finally called my wife and had her read the course directions. We then got back on course and all is well. I saw mama moose and two young ones at the Bountiful peak beaver pond. And now my foot hurts.