Late in Phoenix

I had attempted to participate in a group run last year while attending this conference. This year, at least, I managed to find the after party at the San Tan Brewery.

Late in Phoenix

Flagstaff

Finally, I drove back up on 89 to FS 776, took the dirt road in about a mile and set up camp for the first time in months. The crunch of the black volcanic stand is almost as loud as my racing heart. It’s hard to get sleep at 7000 ft.

Flagstaff

Kachina Peaks

Having met my quota for falling, I promptly turned around, relieved, and headed back down the trail to my car. I waved at one of the hikers I had seen earlier, whom I had parked next to, and ran back down towards the Arizona trail.

Kachina Peaks

Kanab to Flagstaff

Each step after reaching the Aspens was an alarming one. I constantly felt compelled to turn back. I was afraid of being cold primarily, especially considering how I had no pants.

Kanab to Flagstaff

Provo to Kanab

I kept driving into what I figured was public lands, parked at a pull out and took stock of what was around. I knew that Grand Staircase Escalante was nearby, and I wanted a look around. Thunder roared. Lightning streaked off in the distance. Time to go.

Provo to Kanab

Ellensburg to SLC

I drove south into Yakima Canyon. I stopped at Umtanum and ran up towards the Skyline trail. I met a couple of hikers about a mile in. It was cloudy and in the upper 40s. I ran to the base of the big climb before becoming overwhelmed with anxiety. I was cold. Nobody was around. Nobody knew where I was.

Ellensburg to SLC