I met Ken just a little after 8 AM and he outlined the area and how he wanted it marked. We had a brief discussion on the path and the hill, since I had let him know I really wanted to tackle it. He advised caution so that I wouldn't get in trouble on the hill. I told him that I was running on fresh legs today and that I was going to take it nice and slow. Since I had been down to it, I had a much better idea what to expect and so I took off. I figured it was going to take me a while and thought I'd be done by 11:30 or so, giving me plenty of time to take the rest stops I needed and blaze the course.
|Just like this little fella|
Starting off on the paved trail heading down to the LoChi, I felt particularly good. As the paved trail started downhill, I let my legs move a little faster and actually jogged down the first hill. Just as it flattened out, I noticed something green moving across the blacktop and I pulled up and watched a green snake gliding across in front of me. Fascinated, I reached for my phone to take a picture, but the little fellow was just moving too fast for me to get it set before he was off in the grass where the contrasts wouldn't have made for a good picture. I watched him for a minute longer as he disappeared into taller grass further from the trail and got on my way again.
While there aren't any real markers for the Lo Chi Trail, having been down it before I found it with ease and tied my first trail marker off so that the runners later would be able to follow. Ten or fifteen feet further, I tied a second marker just to make sure they would see it. And then I disappeared down the trail. On the Lo Chi part of my circuit, I tied pink marker ribbon about every tenth of a mile to help that evening'r runners along, so I got frequent breaks. That was a good thing because with the humidity, I was in a fully soaked sweat before I had gone a half mile in. As I stopped by some small creature's den, I noticed that even my shorts were soaked with sweat in spots. Continuing down the trail, I became fascinated with the wildlife I was seeing. I was out a little earlier than the last time and I was by myself, so I took the time to enjoy what I saw. At one point, I cam across a young skink. I can't ever remember seeing one in the wild, but the colors were striking, yellow stripes running down a black body to the bright blue tail. A beautiful creature of God, to be sure.
One of the more interesting things I saw on the lower trail was a leaf that appeared to be sewn together. Granted, it was a bad job of it, but still, it caught my attention, so I snapped a pic of it. It was just short of my final rest stop before the hill - Mother Weep. And in short order, I was there. I took a good rest on the concrete construct, drank some water and ate about half of my power bar. I wanted to have the best chance of making the hill and so I made sure I was all set. While I was there, a couple of mountain bikers came up. I chatted for a few minutes with these trail riders, telling them that I had every intention of climbing the hill. I think they were impressed, but one of them tried to convince me to take a cautious approach, letting me know that there were some slick spots on the climb and advising me that I should only do what I feel comfortable with and that I could turn back any time. I smiled and thanked him for his suggestions. As they rode away, back down the trail the way they had come, I turned my attention to the task at hand. Getting up off my kiester, I moved out with a purpose.
It was just a minute or so before I reached the foot of the hill and started my climb. I spotted a good place to stop and take stock. As it turned out, it would be the first pictures taken of the hill. I Thoroughly enjoyed the climb, remembering what it was like the last time I had a climb like that. I was younger and thinner, but I still handled it well. I stopped a total of 3 times on the climb, mainly to just look at the scenery from the hill, not needing the rest too much, but also remembering that I still had to hike out. It was this thought that really put me in conservation mode. The hill really wasn't technical at all, but more of a scramble. One place I was actually on all fours. Wish I had been able to get some pics of me in action and I thought about doing the Survivorman* thing to get a couple of time delays or maybe some video of me climbing. Ahhh... Maybe next time.
In short order, I crested the hill onto the next trail and there was a good rock for sitting. I had been there for maybe a minute or two and there I saw the Trail Zombie coming up the hill. "King of the hill!" I shouted. It felt good to be up on top. We talked for a few about how good it was. Told him I really enjoyed the climb, which I did. If it weren't for having to hike in and then back out... if I could have just driven up to the base, I think I would have climbed it 3 or 4 times. Anyway, I was now on a trail that I didn't know and I asked whether I should stay up here or go back down. TZ strongly suggested I stay up and told me pretty much what to expect, so after he and his companion departed, I rested a minute longer and then took off, myself. I knew that I would see them again later, as they were going to work around behind me and mark some other parts of the race course, which circled back around behind my path.
The hardest part of being on this new (to me) trail was not knowing how far I had come or how far I had left to go. Indeed, there is a certain mental and morale difficulty in not knowing these things. But at least I knew how to get out, so my confidence never really wavered. And soon, TZ and company came up behind me again. I was beginning to run out of steam and had eaten the last of my power bar. TZ offered me a little extra water, and even though I had not run out, his advice on how much further I had to go made me think it would not be a bad idea. He also offered me a quick energy snack in the form of a small packet of breadsticks and some nutella. My first experience with this chocolate-like substance was very positive and while it certainly isn't something I would crave, I won't be turning it down when I'm out on the trails or what-not. They went on ahead of me, marking the rest of the trail with the pink marker tape and dropping books for the Berkley in just a few, short hours. "Just follow the pink ribbons" was TZ's message as he trucked on ahead. And so I trudged onward.
Getting near the end, as I was stopped at one rest stop, a couple with a young child and a dog came down from the way I was headed. I recognized them as a couple who had passed me after I had first come up Mother Weep Hill. They looked a little puzzled and I asked where they were headed. When they said they were just trying to get out, that they had tried something a little different, I knew they were turned around. One thing about me is that I am rarely turned around in the woods. I seem to always know my main directions. I may not have known how much further it was, but I knew the parking lot was back the way they had come. I helped them out with directions and offered that they could follwo the pink ribbons which were tied up about every tenth of a mile til they got out. It was a good feeling to be able to give them some assurance, even if I, myself, hadn't had much experience on the Turkey Trails.
Legs just about toast, I got up and kept moving. I wasn't so tired I was just going to stop, but I was absolutely glad I didn't have anything else planned for the day. I was rewarded in finding an excellent place to stop and rest, some sort of concrete construct where there was clearly a cable tensioner coming up out of the ground. It looked ancient. Oh the fun senarios I could put together. About 15 meters away was a big coil of heavy cable. The questions that such things bring to mind. As I was resting here, TZ and his companion, Nedra, swung back by to check on me. I was very slow and plodding, so it was getting late and I am sure they were concerned. But after resting for a time, I got up and continued down. I asked if they had run into the young family I had guided and they said that they did. I was releived as I continued to the parking lot. Nearing the end, I stopped again, this time just before a clearing, maybe 2 tenths of a mile before the parking lot. As I sat there, I heard a grasshopper "singing" his song. The little guy did it just long enough that I was able to look around and find him. As my eyes fixated on him, he "sang" again. Now, I have known since late grade school the "how" of crickets and grasshoppers making their sounds, but it wasn't until now, at the fine age of 45, that I had an opportunity to actually SEE the act in action with my own two eyes! It was the kind of finally that I was really glad to get! Finally, I downed the last of my water and dragged myself off the rock I had been sitting on and started the last shuffle down to the parking lot. That's right, I said down. While my initial trail had taken me downhill, between the Mother Weep Hill and the HoChi trail, I had actually climbed above the parking lot. By this point, we had descended quite a bit, but even at that, the rest of the going was still on a gentle downslope. Finally out, I thanked Ken and Nedra for a wonderful outing, rested for a moment longer and then headed to my truck and home. I had but 3 things on my mind... Sustinence, rest and getting the mountain washed off of me -- not necessarily in that order.
I had accomplished what I had set out to do and I felt good about that! I definitely enjoyed my time on the trailz of Turkey Mountain!