As I’m not sure if the lighter skies will hold, I do a mean cardio workout in the loft. A balancing, I think, of the previous day’s doing not much. BW reports a couple of frisky rabbits outside the bedroom window. We enjoy some time around the fire, then because it looks pretty good out there, decide to get some lunch before hitting The Grizzlyman Trail.
When we step out, we see under those big blue skies and giant billowy white clouds, that while it rained here, that meant snow on the mountains. The first of the season, and it’s awesome and beautiful. White peaks against the blue, giving the ridges such strong definition. The air’s crisp and clean, the sun beaming so those white edges sparkle against rock that reads blue above the tree line.
It’s truly a postcard, such bright, sharp color and shape, majestic and dramatic, yet absolutely peaceful. One I’m so glad we got to see firsthand.
BW is particularly interested in lunch as he got word chicken pot pie is today’s special. The man loves his pot pie.
I’m torn as chicken noodle soup is also on today’s menu.
He and Kat go for the pot pie, and oh my it’s huge and beautiful. One gorgeous golden puff pastry, heartily filled. I’m sure delicious as I went for the soup and it definitely was. But too much food.
We decide then and there to take the generous leftovers back and have them for dinner later.
So it’s onto The Grizzlyman which starts over by Spa town, rises up over three hundred feet, jogs down again in a mile loop through the forest. And has some obstacles and adventures along the way.
I figure the first obstacle is the climb, nearly straight up, so despite my regular cardio I feel it. Come on hamstrings, come on quads! There are vertical log walls to climb, with ropes. I go about halfway before the anxiety of height sends me down and around. But Kat and Jason prevail. Horizontal stretches of logs to tightrope walk over, stumps to jump, tires to stride through. Climb higher, on what’s turned into a gorgeous afternoon, logs positioned sort of like uneven bars, another higher wall, one of those rope walls with foot holds.
And how about some pull-ups? I learn I have pathetic upper body strength.
A rope climb, and I’m seriously impressed Kat pulled her way up.
A longer, wobbly log tightrope walk. While Jason handles the climbers, Kat is undisputed champ on balance.
Then there’s the log version of monkey bars. Unless you’re BW, you have to jump to grab hold of the first. Then it’s swing your way along. BW does so, amusingly for a video. Kat does it for real. She is clearly our Grizzlyman.
A log fence to climb. This I can do. But I don’t take into account the steep downward incline of the ground. So climb over, hop down, and go straight down on my ass. Soft ground, luckily.
We played along the trail for a couple hours, just a fun way to get out and about on such a shining afternoon.
By the time we get back, the snow’s melted off the peaks. It’s not quite warm enough, for me, to sit outside, so it’s back by the fire. And later leftovers.
Kat and BW are driving to the airport to return the car, and I’ll get a late start on my workout. I’m hoping for at least as warm as yesterday so I can take a walk.
And for yesterday’s what is it, you guys are plumbing savvy! Yes, a pipe coupler or union or joiner. Which are cleverly used here–as some also guessed– as napkin rings.
So how many can identify the long green stem topping the amazing pot pie? I confess it stumped me.