I woke this morning at 6 AM, especially tired. But this was not reason enough to skip my run. Acceptable reasons to skip this morning’s trails: broken leg, broken foot, family emergency. I had a feeling I’d wake up enough for a short run by the time I finished morning chores (getting the boys off to school).
As it was, I did wake up some. By the time I hit the trails, the skies were still gray and cold. I didn’t let that fool me. This time I left the long sleeves at home.
I had planned on my usual short run, an out-and-back to Top of the World. On a whim, I decided to extend this run just a tad to search out an old car wreck. A friend sent me a picture a while back of a blue, bullet-ridden car in the overgrown brush, somewhere off of Lynx. Last time I ran up Lynx, I couldn’t find the car. This morning, instead of running back into the canyon via Cholla Trail, I decided to take Lynx and look around some more for this mysterious car. The weather had by the way, warmed up extensively by then.
Lynx is a particularly beautiful trail, quite rocky and technical. I don’t really know why I don’t run it often. I suppose it’s because Lynx doesn’t add to a nice clean loop. Though a difficult trail, it’s not the most difficult in these canyons. And it’s a perfect trail to practice fast downhill technical running. The trail’s not so thin, that a fall would throw me off the edge.
Well, I ran down Lynx searching the canyon views for the blue car. Nothing. I did spot a trail off in the distance, at the bottom, closer to the opposite canyon wall. That triggered my search for anything that looked like a trail leading off my edge of the canyon wall. The first spot of dirt that could have been a trail ended at a sharp drop off. Down below, I saw nothing but canyon. The second dirt section that could have been a trail, lead me to an even steeper drop off. No blue car. And the trail that I thought I saw at the canyon’s bottom, disappeared. I figured I’d probably find a trail at the bottom of Lynx that lead into the canyon. That’s where the car probably laid.
Before reaching the end, I took one last dirt area that could have been a trail. It stopped also at a steep drop off. There was no getting down this edge, that’s for sure. But lo and behold . . . deep down in the canyon, practically buried by brush, was the bullet-ridden blue car! I found it!
Ahh, the thrill of discovery.