Aaaah-OOOoooooo...! Coyote Blue Moon--with versions in Colorado, Virginia, and here in Ojai, California--is now history. By most accounts, a wicked super-awesome time was had by all. Thoughts are still swirling in my sleep-deprived brain (way too much celebratory champagne on the ridgetop after running 46 miles and climbing 12,000 feet, followed by a 4,000-foot stumble down Horn Canyon in the wee hours of the morning didn't help matters), so here are just a few highlights.
After Ray Miller'n... hula hoop'n!
Spending hours on the trail with good friends: the Canucks and--about to begin the 53 miler--me and Bruce (chilly at the start, but check it out: comfortable in SHORTS on New Year's Eve! Can't do THAT in Canada.)
Pop-up aid station...
Oh no! Blake, aka Mr. Hardrock, is eating the DIP!!
Krissy and Ellen took a wrong turn on the way to their New Year's Eve party and decided to run 50 miles instead. Wild Bill is confused--but happy!--sandwiched between such feminine ambience.
Umm... You had to be there? Tetsuro "weighs" his booty.
Discovered while cleaning up after post-event brunch, pretty much explains a lot. Heh, heh...
If this all looks like fun to you, remember: Coyote Two Moon is just two months away. Happy New Year!!