Training in Jackson, WY, has been going well thus far. After today, I’ll be back up to my regularly scheduled 120 minutes a day, increasing by 10% per week. This is just about where I was 2 months ago when I did a big run-up to see how much I could handle. I’m constantly eating and hitting the fast food to make sure to pack it on.
Hiking up Snow King has been good. I’ve only done it 3 times, but I’ve only been here a few days. My quads are still sore from running down it two days ago. It’s a 1,570 foot climb and it’s done in less than 2 miles, so it’s respectably steep. In the mountains, anything over 1,000 ft per mile is tough. The funny thing is, you see people climbing the mountain all day.
The people are a little different here, too. Almost everyone will say hello when marching up and down versus in southern California, where people tend to do the big city thing by ignoring you. Even when you bid them a friendly “Hello!” Strange people.
As Jackson is way away from anything big, Galen Rowell’s “hello factor” ticks up a few notches. If you have a second, it’s worth searching out his discussion on the matter. What it comes down to is the farther you are from civilization, the more likely people are to say hello or even stop and chat with you. When I’ve been out in the Sierras or Rockies and haven’t seen someone in a few days, people will talk for minutes at a time. Try to do that in the downtown of any large city.
The weather has cooled off a bit, so it’s time to tow the tire. I’ve to mount the rails and sign to advertise myself. Going out in non-ideal conditions, windy and blustery, is one of the reasons I came up here. Carlsbad was great for its hills, but that was the only challenge. Working out at 300 ft elevation just isn’t that tough.
Several people suggested towing on the beach for the walk in the sand. The folks at ALE scoffed at that, as you’re at sea level. How tough is it, really? Heading up to 7,000 ft elevation puts it on a whole new category. I look forward to my first of many tire tows.