First climb of the morning. There would be many more to follow.
Following the train on single-track terrain.
Nice view from the top of first climb. I don't think we ran the hills in the photo but we did run several others.
Taking a break to admire the view of the ocean beyond....and to replenish some much need oxygen.
The obligatory photo of the Boston skyline. I'd rather be here than there.
Bob thought my ice encrusted moustache comical and took this photo. Michelle asked if it was snot. Of course I denied it. Not sure if Bill is in deep thought or dazed from yet another climb. He could be frozen solid!
Ocean and boston harbor island (I think) in the distance.
Not sure what the heck this is or why I snapped this shot.
If you run the Sklyline trail you can expect to see a lot of this.
I followed these speedy ones all morning, often at a great distance.
A group shot after we 'split' from the other wimpy group. They were tired, cold, hungry, thirsty and lost. So were we but that didn’t stop us.
“Does anyone know where we are?” “Yeah, we’re lost.” “No shit, Sherlock!” “I told you we should have taken a left at the dirt pile.” “Or was it a right?”
"Enough with the pictures Dan!" Steve's just jealous because he used to take lots of photos. Then he got fast and no longer takes time to stop and smell the snow melt. Deep inside he knows what he's missing.
Another steep climb. I saw a lot of people’s butts today which reminds of an old Eskimo saying. "Only the lead dog has a different view."
Steve's too tired to complain now. Or lift his arms. The other two fellows are looking much happier.
We call it trail running but you could call it rock running. I don't recall much dirt.
I’m really not into self portraits but I was trying to distract myself from the pain and suffering I was enduring.
I told you I often followed from a distance.
Turtle rock. Look closely.
Weather station atop Great Blue Hill. Or it could be the laboratory of a mad scientist.
Yes, this is the trail (on the left).
It wasn't bad going up but coming down was more of a butt slide.
View of Houghton's Pond from Great Blue Hill.
Our only snow free climb of the day.
Our fearless leader.
I'm chasing everyone as usual.
Houghton's Pond from the trail.
The animals take a break from the hunt.
We climb snow covered rocks because we are animals.
Chris throwing elbows so I couldn't pass him. He knows what a great climber I am.
More "easy" trails.
Bob liked my red Cascadias but I told him he couldn't have them.
Steve bringing up the rear. It wasn't his day. I think doing squats at 3am may have something to do with that.
