Trails will kill you if you’re not careful. In this photo, biologist Bob examines the skeletal remains of a deer that we ran by just short of two miles on the Picture Rock Trail this morning. Keith, Joey and I didn’t wait around for the lecture to finish before we screamed up the mountain at a strong pace, that is until Joey stumbled over a rock near four miles and landed hard. We took the final mile up a bit more conservative. I should mention that Joey is only in Middle School. Don’t think I ran more than three miles until my sophomore year of high school.
Bob caught us on the way down with about two miles remaining on our ten miler. But he took his eyes off the trail and took a spill. Falling on the way down is generally more painful. We met up with the two Jens at the trail head to discover Bob’s wife, one of the two Jens, also took a tumble. I’m guessing the night moves will be delicate in their bed tonight.