Saturation Sunday

The rain fell hard all night.  The rain was still steady as Rick and I headed to the Brad.  We were running with Mindy at 9.  When we pulled into the parking lot, Kevin and his son were coming in from the east side.  They were amazed by the rivers that were the trails.  I asked if they saw Linda and Amy out there.  Nope, but they were out there.

Mindy pulled just after.  We had plans for doing a good portion of a BBU loop.  We decided to start with the mountain side.  Even though I've run at Brad in some very wet, rainy conditions, I was amazed by the streams sometime crossing the trail, sometimes running right down it.  We enjoyed the novelty.  It's rare that getting wet at the Brad gets you cleaner than when you started.  It was chilly, but keeping moving seemed to keep it from getting too bad.

I really wish I had a camera that could handle water.  The river was almost up to the newest bridge, the one that I, while admiring it, laughed at how over-constructed it was.  I understand now.  The other bridge, on the return, was less threatened due to being higher up, but was over and even more impressive river.

Mindy and I asked Rick if he wanted to experience Wiccahenge.  He said he was just along for the ride so wherever we went...So, of course, we turned up the path.  The place was a little different, mainly cause the grass was long (with all the rain, most grass is).  We all crossed through the threshold and had lots of fun comments.  I was a little disappointed that the smiling, growling, talking dog didn't show, but we had to move on.

On the way back, not far after entering the woods from the power lines, we came across a baby bluejay.  I don't think I've ever seen one before.  It really wished we weren't around.  I got the sense it desperately wanted to be back in a tree.  Poor little guy.

Back on Brad's summit, we made the call to finish.  We got back into the parking lot with 9.25 miles.  Good enough, especially cause we went immediately to E&Ls.  It'd been a long time since we'd been there.  Yum.  Linda and Amy were there with their own tales of the wet, wet trails.