Beyond Dirty
We went camping in Flagstaff this weekend so Troy could race the Crazy 88. I started out this motherhood gig with a very high tolerance for dirt and grime, and have seen that tolerance level increase dramatically as McKenna is a huge obsessor of putting dirt/rocks/sticks/everything in her mouth. But this weekend may have put me over the edge. Taking a baby (at least MY baby) camping is way beyond your typical dirt-under-the-fingernails experience. No no, MY baby was often spotted laying face down in the siltiest part of the campground making dirt angels with her arms and legs, then rolling to her back, lips covered in what is now mud (dirt + spit), then rubbing a fistful of dirt in to each eye. She was off the charts dirty.
Troy’s race went great. He shaved two and a half hours from his last year’s time and finished 6th overall. Fourth overall was Lynda Wallenfels. On Sunday Lynda and I went for a sweet mountain bike ride. She has some nice pics up from our ride as well as one that shows McKenna moderately dirty (it got much worse!). She is the smallest person I’ve ever known to ride a 29′r but she rides it so darn fast and well that it made me second guess my preconceptions about how tall you have to be for a 29′r to make sense.
I was surprised that it only took me ~1:10 to run from our house to the camping spot at Sunset Trailhead. I thought it would take much longer than that. On my way over the dry lake hills a man told me he had just spotted a very fresh mountain lion track, so big it probably belonged to a 200 lb cat. He said that was the second track he had seen in the last month. He seemed to know what he was talking about. Come to think of it maybe that is why I ran so fast…