Leaving the southern West Rim TH. The ladies flew out on the trail leaving us in the dust.
Minesh, Rose and Rosie. We had about 15 minutes of sunlight left
Bill and Diana
The moon is waxing and was only two days from full. Perfect timing for a moonlight run. Also, no clouds allowed for a bright night.
Beist is fast!
A few north looking into the gorge. The West Rim trail is mostly double-track and parallels the gorge on, well, the west rim.
Self portrait while on the move trying to keep up with everyone
Moon over Taos
Moon, gorge, Rio Grande
Very aesthetic powerlines. We heard the famed Taos Hum too.
We crossed paths with Chris and took a break to view the gorge under strong moonlight. Rose was looking for UFOs.
Chris, Bill, Diana thinking, "Goddamn, stop using the flash!"
Rose, Rosie, Chris, Me, Bill, Diana. Note, Bill and I did not plan to wear the same shirt but we so in tune with each other, it just happened. We're *that* good.
Near the northern end of the trail we stood still for 15 seconds.
Lights of Taos across the gorge.
If you really squint you can see the Taos Gorge bridge is this photo. Seriously.
At the northern trailhead donning the down and getting warm. It was a really nice night for running but standing around was a bit chilly. We ran the 9.5 miles in just under 2 hours. A social, fun pace.
A stop at the Petaca campground for some post-run beer and chicken.
Chris, being the sage man he is, scored two grocery store chickens and brought them in a dutch oven. They heated up fast and made for one helluva filthy good dinner!
Rose had made a delicious cake because, "it's the only [she] can make that ever turns out good." (or something like that was her quote.) It was good!
Staying warm by the campfire. We all got home around midnight and dreamt of moonlit trails and greasy chicken.