Last weekend was busy. My mom and aunt came out to visit and brought my grandparents. Ezra, Steve, and Garrett are here to visit for the week.
Saturday morning Ezra, Mom, Aunty, and myself all participated in Wallace’s Huckleberry 5K. My laziness in training caught up to me and I didn’t make near as strong a showing as I would have liked (although I bet I beat last years time…we had to leave before the results were announced so I won’t know until Thursday).
After the race we ate yummy huckleberry pancakes and headed for the cabin. I don’t think my family was at all prepared for me to drive them 12 miles up a winding dirt road–my grandparents are 87 and 85 and rolled with it pretty well. They were very impressed with how big the views from the cabin are!
We all just relaxed in the cabin and talked about all sorts of things. My mom observed that my dad would have appreciated this more than anyone and, oddly, this was really lovely to hear.
I drove my family back down to “civilization” in the late afternoon and went back up on the quad. In the evening Garrett and I made s’mores and then we turned in for the night.
First, I mean this in the most literal way: after running The Canyonlands Half Marathon back in March I’ve been really lazy. I just haven’t been able to drum up much interest or excitement about running. Participating in Rainier To Ruston helped but I just keep finding other things to do.
Unacceptable. Especially if I want to get fast and kick butt at the Huckleberry 5K in about a month (Sprocket and I are in it to win it). Time to get moving. I’ve never done interval training before so this ought to be kind of interesting. Continue reading “Putting on the Running Shoes”
It wasn’t all that long ago that I’d given up on the idea of running the Rainier To Ruston relay because I couldn’t find a team and well, I’m not crazy enough to run it as an ultramarthon or anything. Thanks to Ezra, I managed to find myself on a team.
Sprocket and I spent last weekend in Wallace, Idaho for a weekend of fun. After getting off of work on Friday I rushed home to pick up Sprocket. We headed west and arrived in Wallace at 6PM (Pacific Time). After talking Sprocket for a little walk, I went to the Smokehouse (6th and Bank Street) for a beer. I tried Wallace Brewing‘s IPA again. After having not been impressed last time, it was much better this go around!
I headed over to the Elks to listen to Rocky Barker (author of Scorched Earth) talk about the date of August 20th in fire history. The talk wasn’t that great and could have used some more organization. The talk was followed by George Sibley’s documentary “Ordeal By Fire.” It was decidedly low budget but really recapped the story of the fire well. It used lots of great historic photographs.
Really tired after the lectures, I headed over to the Brooks Hotel and was delighted to find that their restaurant was open until 10 (we’re talking about Wallace here). It was such a classic cafe–only had one calendar but I think William Least Heat Moon would have been proud. After my chicken and huckleberry crisp, Sprocket and I headed up Placer Creek and went to bed.
I woke up bright and early to a licking dog, brushed my teeth and dressed for the Huckleberry 5K. I drove back down into town and registered for the run. Sprocket and I walked all over town to warm up. I decided not to run with him because he starts to slow down around the mile and a quarter mark and I didn’t really want to drag him along. He went into the Jeep and pouted. I didn’t exactly burn up the course but I did run the 3.2 miles in something like 28:15. I took 3rd in my age group (although there probably weren’t that many people in the group) and got a medal.
I was STARVING after the run and was so so happy to cash in my ticket for huckleberry pancakes. They were so yummy. It was a great way to finish off my run. I headed to the car and gave myself a baby wipe bath and changed. Sprocket and I walked around some more before returning to the car to get my chair. I was super impressed with how well behaved Mr. Sprocket was during the parade. It wasn’t quite the 100 pieces of apparatus they were hoping for but the wild land firefighters, Coeur D’Alene Fire Department Pipe & Drum corps, and the USFS Northern Region pack train were great additions.
Sprocket and I followed the parade over to the visitors center for the dedication. There was a little beagle who really wanted to play with Sprocket (his owner kept forgetting her dog as she was talking to people) which kind of made things difficult, but he put up with the heat and the wait pretty well. The dedication hit all the right notes. Everyone kept their remarks pretty short. The governor’s speech was so politician but I found it pretty inspiring–let’s get to work on biomass in Shoshone County!!! My particularly favorite moment was when Tim Egan told the governor that he needed to stay for his talk. The water drop demonstration was pretty sweet too.
I felt really bad for Sprocket and ran him up 9 Mile Creek Road and let him play in the creek. He was a very happy boy. We explored the area a bit but decided to wait for Forrest–there’s lot to see. We went back to town where Sprocket was kind enough to hang out in the car while I checked out the shops in town (it’s not very often they’re all open at the same time). I was delighted to find that there’s a store that sells wine (with free tastings!), enjoyed poking around the antique stores, looked into the mining museum, and walked all over town.
Starving, I treated myself to a steak at the Jameson Saloon. They have immaculately restored the building to 1890s status, it’s beautiful! My steak was pretty good too. Over at the Elks I was so excited for Tim Egan’s talk. He was such a good speaker. He references all sorts of books and events that have captured his imagination (I have a whole list of things to read more about now) and he’s funny! I had brought my copy of The Big Burn but I left it in the car…and decided to go get it. I waited did wait in line to have him sign it before heading up 9 Mile Creek Road to camp for the night.
Sunday morning, Sprocket and I played our way home over Mullan Pass and checking out Taft Summit. It was a busy, busy weekend in Wallace!