I was out yesterday in Laguna Coast. Again. But, this time I tried a different trail – West Ridge. I had been avoiding this trail because it has these things that I detest:
It was an absolutely stunning day, and even though the onshore winds were stiff, their cooling effect was pleasing and appreciated!
The plan was five miles. The first two and a half were spectacular. The views were tremendous:
Okay. I know I’m old, but I’m not a fossil yet!
I got to the turnaround point surprisingly fresh. I enjoyed the view toward the ocean:
Then I turned around. Gulp!
It wasn’t until I got back, that I found out that I had essentially run downhill for 2 1/2 miles:
That meant I would be climbing back up toward those homes in the distance that you can’t see in this photo:
After some huffing and puffing (and some less than speedy foot shuffling) I crested (yet another) hill and was welcomed back to civilization:
It’s kind of scary that in less than a month I have a race that is going to essentially do this climb three times in a row. Yikes!