Back in 2005, on this day March 22nd, my friend Paul and I took Tippi to Savoy Mountain State Forest to climb Spruce Hill.

Tippi and I from 2005

 

This was an incredible winter for Paul and I.  During the winter season I managed just over 400-miles on snowshoes, which only was bested by my 2003 total of 502-miles.  Paul would have had at least that if not more.

Paul and Tips, on top of Spruce

A long, long  while ago, Poncho M. mentioned that "... Spruce Hill is where Farmer Ed converses with GOD."  The thing is, right before I was going under for removal of a brain tumor in October of 2015, my last thoughts were of Spruce Hill.  I was on-top, looking west towards Greylock.  The sky was an incredible blue with big puffy white clouds scattered about.  Greylock was so close I felt as though I could reach out and touch it.  I was feeling a tremendous peace.  This was my last thought and vision before I woke 4 hours later.

Pretty much my vision prior to surgery 

A view from Bannis Road in Savoy Mountain State Forest, March 21st, 2003.

March 20th, 2004, K2 and Mike L climbing towards the top of Greylock.

Still on the road due to the rapidly melting snow, managed a 5-miler.

Late day jog along Main Street for a short 3.1-miles.

Made my way to Shelbourne Falls today for the annual Mahican Mohawk partnership council.  I imagine these have been going on for a good bit longer than the three-years I've been attending.  It is enjoyable seeing many of the same people each year, and the collective desire and enthusiasm is excellent.

Afterward, rode over to DAR State Forest to do a short run along snowmobile covered roads.  3.2-miles total, map provided.

And, on this day in 2002 (15 years prior), Wuzzam and DL joined me in Dubuque and a follow up at South Face Farm.  Fifteen years ago doesn't seems that long ago...

Another addition of music for 2017...

Here is effort #6, Horn.

MISSING AN OPPORTUNITY
(from the archives, 2000)

I once kept a fairly detailed running log, but have drifted away from it during the last couple years.  It was never used as a dangling carrot, forcing me to catch up to my "goal" mileage.  Instead I would use it to track events in my life, easy enough to pull out to refresh my memory over some happening from the previous years.

As my running become less and less disciplined (and less and less often), I began to show less attention to the log.  I realize now that this was a mistake, and I hope to start being a little more orderly.  Recently I had an experience that could have been avoided if I had continued to keep an accurate journal or log.  I believe I would have seen this coming, an experience that I do not wish to duplicate.

It didn’t strike me until this week, as I have finally recovered from close to three weeks of flu and bronchitis, that I realized that I should have been able to see myself getting run down and my resistance being lowered.  As I put together the final touches of the WMAC Snowshoe Series results and stories, reading over the articles, I was suddenly aware that I pushed myself too much without resting adequately.  While reading my race report for the Hawley Kiln Klassic and filling in the gaps mentally there it was looking me right in the face…..

In a period of 11 days I had snowshoed around the 7 mile Kiln course three times, marking the course and cutting away blowdowns; snowshoed and readied the 9 mile Moody Spring Course once; and ran the Moby Dick 16 miler.  While this may seem like nothing out of the ordinary for many experienced trail runners, combined with all the travel from Connecticut and a full work and home commitment it was just too much for me.

The real trouble was I had lost track of what I was doing each day, and didn’t allow for proper rest.  It wasn’t the time in the woods so much as the early starts and all the driving.  I didn’t space things out very well, basically because I had no reference point.

If I had kept a running log or journal, I think I may have been able to look back over those weeks and realize that I was burning the candle at both ends.  I had used a logbook in the past for just that purpose while getting myself ready for events.  It makes sense that I could have seen trouble coming.

So my suggestion to everyone is to start a journal if you don’t currently have one.  It doesn’t have to make you a slave to mileage; there is no reason to use it that way if you don’t want to.  But when things go right or wrong, at least you will have a reference point to go back to, checking what happened during that time in question.  It is important to fill it up with not only the running parts of your life, but the real stuff as well.  You never know when it might come in handy.

March 15, 2000

In 2003, we never wanted the snowshoe season to end;  pre-course marking for a Covered Bridge route.

Paul, Pop and Tips, March 14th, 2003

The lodge at Hallockville Pond, a comfortable spot that hosted many snowshoe events for us.

While driving to Adams for a visit with my folks, just a bit onto Route 116 in South Deerfield, I noticed a Roadside Memorial.  I notice the effort involved, and sense the loss of a loved one whenever passing these memorials.

Stopped at Perkarski's Sausage and grabbed a few items.  Wonderful spot always worth a visit.

On the way back to Connecticut, I stopped at the Tomb Cemetery on Route 116 in Savoy.  Took the leader into Brown Road, and followed it north and south.  Visited the Staples Graveyard, and explored several of the lengthy stonewalls along the route.

After the run was over, I snapped a few shots of the Tomb Cemetery as well.  The "feeder" trail runs adjacent to the cemetery (just west) heading north along a trail that often doubles as a rocky brook.

Route for the day, with some tie in's from previous efforts.  My total for the day was roughly 4.6-miles.  There are three graveyards along the route that I know of.

Just a bit under 20-degrees with 15-20 mph winds....  we didn't bail out, we persevered.  Took a forest road out to the east of Hill 991', and followed the old path past the set-stone marker to the north.  Bit of a climb and then west toward Pinnacle, and then straight south to Bald.

Finished up around 6.6-miles, and feeling pretty darn good.

Marker Stone (landscape details for navigating).

 Wuzzam with the Pinnacle directly behind him.

Bit of a snowfall today, an inch or two covering the ground.  Made it to Phelps after work, took the Metacomet south for and out and back 3.7-miles.

Also, from March 10th, 2002, Moby Dick 16-mile footrace was held on Rockwell Road to Mt Greylock summit (and back).  Pop and Paul in a squall near the summit.

This is one look of determination...  Tippi in Savoy during the 2004 winter.

Somehow on March 8th, 2003, Paul H and I figured we could hold a "shorter" Moby Dick on Greylock, on snowshoes.  Less than the 16/26/28 mile versions, this would be a nice loop of between 7 or 8 miles.

Pop and Tippi back in 2003 on Greylock