We were done hiking and my friend wanted to show me something interesting on top of Mount Tam.
“This would be a cool place for a cross race”, I announced. “I mean, look at all the obsticles, pavement, and there is a cool run up over there”, I pointed to a dirt mound. It could of been a bunker back in the day. The place had been leveled. At one time this part of the dual peaks was the higest part of Mt Tamalpais. But it got shaved off to build a military installation. Now it was abandon. “We could call it MicroTrash Cross”.
I turned and looked across the bay. I was taken away by the golden dry grass in the foreground and the blue backdrop of San Francisco. I wondered to myself what my partner was doing, probably shuttling old cycling farts around down below. I sure missed her.
But that was a week or so ago and now I am headed out the office door to go see her. It is Missoula or bust.
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