Nepaug State Forest and a section of the Tunxis I've not explored in many years.  The actual Tunxis Trail spends a lot of time on a worn, gravel, forest road.  Luckily, the Tipping Rock Loop is pretty awesome, and worth the ups and downs.  Totaled up 6.7-miles for the day, which included some very light running, hiking, and walking.

The interesting thing about "Tipping Rock", is there are two rocks at the location and I'm not really sure which one is the namesake.  Either one is pretty cool though.

Along the way, I was surprised to spot three memorials, one on Route 202 and two along Route 219, all in New Hartford.  While stopped and paying respect at one location, a driver stopped and discussed "David" with me.  I explained my feelings of sorrow for the loss, and my feelings of tremendous respect for those keeping the memory of their loved one alive.

Smaller Balanced Rock, at the "Tipping Rock" location

Larger Balanced Rock, at the "Tipping Rock" location

Location of both Balanced Rocks, at the "Tipping Rock" location

Signage

Memorial on Route 202

Memorial on Route 219, "David"

Memorial on Route 219

 

Back in Time...

On this day in 1997 I completed my 15th marathon in 5:03:39.  This was my first attempt at Pisgah, and I have it listed as 29.3-miles.

Rest day with reflection....

On this day in 2009, I completed my 43rd marathon, the 2nd Curly's Marathon.  After feeling as though I was demolished at this event in 2008, I had a goal of finishing under 5-hours this time around.  In 2008, the event took me 5:54:36.  This would be a challenge, and something I do not usually stress myself with (having a "goal" time).

The day was tremendous, and I felt great.  Somehow though, in the first 5 or 6 miles, I missed a turn.  I ran a ways before I turned around.  By the time I re-entered the correct course, I was at the very back of the race.  After several minutes, I caught my (at the time) 70-year old father.  This was not great, but I felt so fantastically good that I wasn't really bothered by it.

A few miles later I caught Wuzzam, and we ran along the top and Berry Pond together.  I pushed decently down the Turner Trail, lost Wuzzam but got to half-way just after 2:30:00.  All I needed to do was run the same time for the second loop - yes, I would be tired, but I wouldn't have to run the extra mile or more.

I can still recall getting back to the top and knowing I would really have to push down the entire Turner Trail.  I did, and finished under my 5-hour goal with a 4:59:27.  I felt really, really good on this day.  I have no idea how far I went out of my way on that first loop - but judging where I came back out on the course and who I was behind at that point, it was meaningful minutes.  Keeping a positive attitude through it really helped, and I felt blessed.

3-miler on Main Street, Suffield, heading to the underpass and back.

I made it back to the outside world today, with a 3-miler along Main Street in Suffield.

As I've been hit by a bad sore throat and not been energetic enough to do any running, I thought this old written piece will be appropriate once again.  Not for racing, but just for getting back on my feet.  Originally written on May 23, 2000, with a nod toward Pere Ubu lyrics throughout

TIME AWAY

The month of May rolled in like soft burning waves of lit gasoline, bringing with it a chance to re-enter the world of trail-racing.  Time away from running had me straddling the fence between a newfound excitement for the activity, and being in the poorest condition of the past ten years.  The decision of entering 7 Sisters or sitting it out was easy.  I had finished the prior eight years, I would attempt a ninth.  Not being in the best form would allow me to go back in time when I constantly faced the reality of just finishing.  

I often think back to those early days, when each course was new and unexplored, and the outcome was unknown.  Crossing the finish line was a moment of joy, unmatched by any other athletic achievement.  Time wore on and my placement rose, but nothing ever matched the fascination of running those courses the first time.  There is something unique and exciting about not knowing.  I started to consider myself lucky to have fallen out of shape, to again have the chance to feel unsure of finishing.

This isn't a choice I would have voluntarily made.  Not with the hardest race first up on my platter, and brutal heat closing in.  Seven Sisters would become my mirror.  I would see my true self reflected or be forced to look away.  Regardless of that outcome, I hoped that I would be taking more out of this event than it would me.

I made a simple decision to move slowly and take a sitting rest whenever needed.  Not a strategy that would normally be used for a race of any type, but it would allow me the best chance of completing the miles.  It would also allow me time to search out the details that so often get overlooked during a trail race.  I would be able to huddle with, and against, the emptiness of that time.  I hoped I would find courage where once none was needed.

Conversation rolls from the tongue of those behind the leaders.  Everyone back in the pack has his or her own idea of victory.  As the sun beat down like a hammer upon us, one by one we mention freely to each other what it is exactly we are hoping to discover about ourselves.  Honesty while this exhausted isn't questioned; anything but the truth would be too much work.  Our dreams not once fall upon deaf ears.  Our secrets don’t slip into the cracks of stones, and our hope isn't lost to the seams of the world.  For each other, we are a good audience.

I hear the desperate collective moan when passing the empty water jugs thrown about the forest floor.  It's possible to actually feel the heartache of the last bunch of people traveling past.  We have all been exposed on this day, we indeed are seeing what we have been meant to.  Last drops of water are shared, freely.  Help is everywhere among the competitors.  It ended being not a race among individuals, but one entire group joined together to merely finish.

In the end, I saw what I needed.  I managed to keep my faith in the forest and with those who enjoy it.  I understood that sometime the apparent small victories are really the big ones.  For this lesson, all the suffering was worth it.

Today is my Mom's Birthday;  this is a great opportunity to share a picture of her with her best buddy "Otis", from 2012.  

Music 2017...

Effort #29, Blessed Sleep...

Pieced this little melody together this week, with two things in mind.  The transcription on the gravestone in the Estes Lot (see my Sept 11th post), and my inability to sleep well this week due to an incredible sore throat.

 

Old News while recovering from a sore throat...

On this day in 1999, I completed my 20th marathon at Pisgah.  Time was 5:47:30, and I am fairly certain this was a 50km event.  I missed a turn somewhere around 10-miles, and had to backtrack a bunch.

I am still under the weather with a bad sore throat, so no running again today...

On this day in 2005, I completed my 29th marathon at Mt Washington State Forest, with the Riga Plateau, Appalachian Trail, and South Taconic Trail thrown in for good measure.  I had Tippi and Wuzzam along for the day, which set a record for high temperature unfortunately for us.  This was Tippi's 5th completed marathon.

Our time was 5:10:41, which shows we were really running pretty hard.  The lack of water on the trail was a real concern for me, with Tippi.  Luckily, the stream at the bottom of Bear had plenty, and from there on we were set.

Wuzzam looked absolutely beat climbing and coming down off Bear.  He needed the stream to cool off in as much as Tips did.

Savoy, Part III...

Savoy Town Historian Jane Benedict Phinney, the author of  "Taking the High Road:  A Two Hundred Year History of a Hilltown, was kind enough to loan me some Burial Ground information.  Below are the notes from the Estes and Dunham Lots.

 

Savoy, Part II...

I've visited the Estes and Dunham Burial Grounds often over the past  30-years.  I feel like sharing more photos from my visit yesterday, as well as some additional photos from 2002 and 2004 from these locations.

The transcription on the stone for "Amy" reads (to my best abilities)...

Sleep in Jesus Blessed Sleep

From which none ever wake to weep;

Yet memory clings in ones whoes worth,

So matchless was while here on earth. 

Estes Burial Ground, 2017

Stone at Estes Graveyard, 2017

Stone at Estes Graveyard, 2017

Stone at Estes Graveyard, 2017

Stone at Estes Graveyard, 2017

Estes Burial Ground Photos from November 2004

Estes Burial Ground Photos from November 2004

Estes Burial Ground Photos from November 2004

Dunham Burial Ground, 2017

Dunham Burial Ground, 2017

Dunham Burial Ground Photos from August 2002

Dunham Burial Ground Photos from August 2002

Dunham Burial Ground Photos from August 2002

Savoy Part I

It was another beautiful day, and I drove to Adams early to visit with my parents.  Along the way, I stopped in Savoy to enjoy a run.  

The trails were as I remember them, that is fondly, but rugged (not all that well maintained).  Standing water is often an issue in Savoy, due to the layer of rock being pretty close to the surface of dirt.  Brush and small undergrowth has been infringing upon the trails for a while.  To be fair, the forest roads have been upgraded and maintained rather well (Adams Road & Tannery Road).  Both trails to Tannery Falls are in great shape, and the stone curbing, wooden steps, and fencing is actually a really nice touch now that I am used to it.

With all this in mind, I have always thought of Savoy as my favorite forest.  There is a lot of history in these hills, and many incredible landmarks.  I planned out a route, and it totaled up at 6.9-miles.  Within this loop, I enjoyed the following:

• I caught view of both sets of windmills to the north, in Monroe and in Florida (not a positive for me as I am not a fan of these structures at all).
• I passed by the road to Borden Mountain, or Tower 51 to the locales.  
• The Balanced Rock was in much better shape than normal, as much of the graffiti has been scrubbed off and is pretty difficult to see remnants of.
• Tannery Pond was picturesque.
• The Falls were simply outstanding today.  I know everyone refers to the falls as Tannery Falls, but I never really figured out where Ross Brook, Parker Brook, and Tannery Brook fit into the picture.  There are two worthwhile cascades to witness, I'll leave it at that.
• I stopped in to visit two graveyards along the way, the Estes and the Dunham Burial Grounds.  I'll add some data to these sites tomorrow in a Savoy Part II post.

Balanced Rock

Balanced Rock

Balanced Rock

Tannery Pond

Eastern Cascade

Eastern Cascade

Eastern Cascade

Eastern Cascade

Eastern Cascade

Tannery Falls

Stone Steps leading out of Tannery Falls

Tannery Falls

Estes Burial Ground

Estes Burial Ground

Dunham Burial Ground

Dunham Burial Ground

On this day in 2007, Tippi and I finished the Notchview Marathon.  We ran from Notchview Reservation in Windsor, Massachusetts into Dubuque State Forest in Hawley, then to Savoy Mountain State Forest in Savoy.  I remember that we got crushed by a heavy rainstorm for the last 3-miles.

This was my 35th completed marathon, and Tippi's 11th.  All in all, I recall not being in fantastic shape but the year was winding down, and the run was incredibly enjoyable.  I also recall missing a turn shortly after Windsor Jambs, continuing on the dirt road for a bit.

Looking at the map, we passed Windsor Pond, Crooked Neck Pond, and Hallockville Pond along the journey.  

Meadow at Notchview 

 Tippi on the Jambs Trail.

 Windsor Jambs.

 Alert, as always.

 Jambs, with Tippi on the ledge, upper right,

 Route.