Leo found the only mud puddle in the parking lot. I tried to keep him away from it. It’s that red/brown mud/clay that’s like an industrial adhesive. I looked away for one second and he went over to try to get a drink out of it. So, when Bob showed up in the Superior Hiking Shuttle, Leo covered me and the van interior with mud like he was plastering a wall. Some other folks from Duluth were riding with their dog in the back of the shuttle. I bet they thought my dog was better than theirs.
Bob dropped us off at the trailhead above Silver Bay. Only 4.7 back to Beaver Bay. After two long days, I needed a break. Five minutes after we started, we were already on a north-facing ridge. Beautiful sunrise immediately available over Lake Superior. Not wasting any time. Each day’s run starts a little earlier in the morning as we knock off segments closer and closer to home.
We wound our way along the ridge and passed a couple from South Dakota with their dog. I told them I hoped it wouldn’t rain too much on them tonight. They said, “We’re not talking about that right now.” Leo and I left them and their dog behind as we headed west.
The valley between us and the Beaver River was filled with evidence of North Shore Mining. A pump station to pipeline the tailings uphill to their holding ponds. A working railroad, unlike the remnants of a railroad we ran on yesterday. Nice moon holding court over our run this morning before it finally set.
Then we popped out at the Beaver River. Next to a nice big waterfall. A tiny tenacious cedar growing out of a rock. Leo took his ritual swim. We worked our way back to the truck along a short section of ATV trail past a bunch of riders who were out enjoying the nice day. An hour or so of running seemed quick.
Today’s Data: North Shore Shmo: Leg 33
Consider a donation to Wounded Warrior Project via North Shore Shmo! No amount is too small! You’ve almost doubled my fundraising goal! We’re only 75 bucks away from that possibility! I feel like a gameshow host! I used too many exclamation points! Help me! I can’t stop!
Bonus Feature: Goodbye Gear
My New Balance 101’s were getting tired today. The sole finally started coming away from the upper. Quick trip to Duluth Running Co. for a new pair of kicks. New Balance 110V2’s. I liked the 101’s but they were a little too minimal for my old joints. These seem a little more rugged. They’re going right into service with tomorrow’s 11 miler.
T-Shirt of the Day:
The first major trail race I ever did was the Half Voyageur in 2004. Ten years ago, wow. Gene Curnow gave us our instructions at the Zoo before we headed out on the trail marathon to Carlton. Now the race is named after him. RIP Gene.