Yesterday, I got a late start to my run (I worked from home yesterday and ended up sort of making sure Lucy was ok while she napped while Wendy took the girls to school and ran some errands.)
So I drove and weaved my way toward the mountain in Alpine (but ultimately a little south) and ended up at a Dry Creek trail marker. At first, I got confused and thought I was at the Grove creek trailhead that
I had found on Saturday, but once I started hiking, I figured it out quickly.
There was only steep ups and downs on this trail and it was very muddy and icy. It was hard to keep my feet from slipping all over the place. Once I hiked up to where the trail became runnable, I started off at a less than comfortable pace. The trail was still going up at a pretty steep incline, so it was slow going.
This where things get a little embarrassing. I got scared. I “heard” noises. I thought of bears. I immediately turned to head back down the trail and only felt safe once I reached my truck. Wow. So this is the extent of my trail-running bravado.