A fine lodge at the start of the trails, complete with comfy couches and a nice fire.
Would this be called a gazebo? It would if I had anything to say about it.
We did not run this trail, much to the dismay of my heart.
The Gang in various states of exhaustion after a sprint up to the top of this hill. What were we thinking?
Not sure what happened here, but the effect is cool enough that I had to post it. I think the vague figure outline is that of Dan.
KZ hams it up while Stas waits impatiently to pass.
Another sprint, another hill.
A bottleneck situation occurred when we had to ford a small stream. Why the concern at getting soaked shoes in below freezing temperatures? What a bunch of pansies!
The Gang in all its glory.
This was quite a hill. Stas decided to run up and down it twice in the time we went up it once. What is it like to be considered hardcore amongst those already thought hardcore by 99% of the population?
Well, maybe we are not always hardcore.
But we are crazy!
Another cool malfunctioning shutter effect as Dan surveys the trail ahead, and weeps that there are no more hills to conquer.
Well, maybe one hill.