Monday, September 3, 2012
...is a surf spot, and i'm not supposed to talk about it. but this isn't about surfing, because, like many days, the surf wasn't happening today.
this is about the thing i do when i can't surf. this is about that other all-natural endorphin rush that i have become progressively obsessed with...
trail running... the trail starts out in a shady eucalyptus grove, which is NOT native to california, and therefore not loved by most californians. i, however, am exempt from this classification: i am not from california and i do love eucalyptus....
after winding along the cliffs for a while, skimming the boundary between fog and sun, the trail heads inland for a few miles.
eventually you end up at bass lake. i encountered a pack of howling coyotes today, in the middle of the day. one of them just stood in the trail and stared at me, then followed me for a while. EEEk!
"In terms of stress relief and sensual pleasure, running is what you have in your life before you have sex. The equipment and desire come factory installed; all you have to do is let 'er rip and hang on for the ride." -Christopher McDougall, Born to Run.