Chandler hills

On Saturday afternoon I drove up to Chandler Park for some hill work. The Chandler "backcountry" has some of the longest sustained trail climbs around. It's also a great place to get away from it all. Endless ATV tracks can keep one entertained for hours.

Abandoned rusted equipment and heavy soil erosion point to industrial activity of another age; something was mined from these hills. The place is a bit too rugged for any kind of serious modern development, so it there it sits, forgotten by most Tulsans. Most visitors to the developed city park have no idea that about two or three square miles of forest extend to their West. As for the off-road motorists who make the trails, I rarely ever see them, and if I do meet one on the trail they slow down.

There are some incredible rock formations scattered about the hillsides, and enclosures that would have made great hideouts for Jesse James and his gang.

Late arrival

On Saturday I ran all of the marked trails on Turkey, which amounts to a half marathon, more or less. I started with the longest loop at a leisurely pace, taking each smaller loop at a faster pace, until I finished on the red trail at my 5k race pace. It was a good workout and leaves me confident for the Turkey and Taturs 25k in two weeks. It''l be interesting to get an objective reading on how much (if at all) I've improved my speed on the trails since I last ran this in 2011.

Fall comes late here in Oklahoma and it has taken me about as long to figure out what to do with my running this season. The trip out to Pumpkin Holler wasn't an option, so I focused my efforts closer to home. For a time I was working towards the Tulsa's Route 66 Marathon, justifying all the pavement as a qualifier for Pikes Peak.

That turned out to be a bad idea, as I quickly burned out from running all those miles on the paths around the river. Everybody has rough patches while training, but I sensed something was wrong when even the idea of of Route 66 sounded like yet another boring Saturday run. A one-hundred dollar long run, mind you. So I cut back on the mileage, hit the trails more, and focused on what inspires me. A little late, perhaps, but better than never.

So now the plan is to run Turkey and Taturs, then the "Double Half" marathon in December. At least half of that one is on the trails, and I can still qualify for the Pikes Peak Marathon. After that its a matter of keeping the mileage up until Post Oak Challenge 50k in Feb.

The foggy quality of the photos is from sweat condensation on the lense. Carrying the camera inside the hydration belt and underneath a jacket was not a very smart move.

Until next time, "may your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view."

Pilgrimage

Pilgrimage is a universal human experience. The pilgrim sets out on a journey to a place of spiritual significance, seeking forgiveness, enlightenment, healing, a new identity, etc. Curiously, these places are often associated with water.

On the morning of the first frost, I set out on a pilgrimage of sorts. In a gulch on Turkey Mountain there is a place I dub “Lynx Falls”. It’s a smoothed out slide of limestone that remains dry for most of the year, but after a series of rains, morphs into a beautiful cascade. With all the rain we've had lately, there was a slight chance that the falls would be active.

A typical pilgrim, I ran the trails with a lot on my mind; a lot of unanswered questions about the future. Perhaps things could be sorted out at the falls, I told myself.

Alas, there was no running water that morning. Life questions remained unanswered for another day.

And yet... the soft light captured in the hoar frost, the wispy vapor blanketing the ponds, and the crisp air provided a measure of solace.

 Peace found on the journey. I suppose that’s all we can really ever ask for.

Monday morning run

Out of the sky

I almost left the camera behind on Saturday morning for my long run. So glad to have reconsidered, for I would have missed this. Its not everyday that interesting subjects drop right out of the sky.

Days 34 - 40

Riverparks

From Riverparks looking out to West Tulsa

Somewhere on Turkey Mountain

A lazy afternoon by the Arkansas

South Tulsa

Yum!

South Tulsa (same pond)

Days 26 to 33

Last week was taken up by traveling and conferences, all work-related. Managed to snap a photo on every day but one...with mixed results. I suppose this is what the challenge is all about.

I nearly missed last Sunday's photo as twilight dissipated into darkness on our family walk. Then Megan pointed out this odd arrangement of wires. Is it a lemon, or a cartoon character learning to fly a kite?

The 11th street bridges, Tulsa

Wichita, Kansas

Wichita, Kansas

Spiritual Life Center, Wichita, Kansas

This is from a Friday night run. This is a typical view of Sophie in the stroller these days: kicking her feet around and waving at pretty much everyone we pass.

No photos for Saturday, day 32. Indoors at a conference ALL DAY.

Finally, from a long run on Saturday morning: