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The Bezabor Log

"The Bezabor Log" is my online diary since retiring in September 2005. My blogging name,'Bezabor', is an archaic term used mostly by canallers in the 1800's and early 1900's. It refers to a rascally, stubborn old mule. In the Log, I refer to my wife as 'Labashi', a name she made up as a little girl. She had decided if ever she had a puppy, she'd call it 'McCulla' or 'Labashi'. I'm not sure how to spell the former so Labashi it is. Emails welcome at bezabor(at)gmail.com.

Monday, June 19, 2006

Rocky Ridge jogs, "Journey to the Center..." (posted from home)

(this post covers the period 17-19 June)

Monday, 19 June-
We had some tree work done on the property this morning. Labashi had decided our Virginia pines had too many dead branches hanging precariously out over our front porch and driveway. We also had a cedar which had been damaged by heavy snow several years ago and needed to be topped. We had briefly considered trying to do the work ourselves by renting a JLG lift but that option turned out to be more expensive than paying for the trees to be professionally trimmed by a guy we trust. That made it a no-brainer.
In the afternoon we drove into town. Labashi needed to do some shopping at Lowe’s for a lawn project and I thought I’d have a coffee and read the papers at Starbucks while she did that. The local paper was a quick read but there was a copy of Jules Verne’s “Journey to the Center of the Earth” there in the reading stack so I opened it and couldn’t put it down. It’s great! I spent the later afternoon blogging and doing some emails. But tonight I’ll be getting back to “Journey to the Center of the Earth”. How could I resist something like this…

In Sneffels Yokulis craterem kem delibat umbra Scartaris Jullii intra calendas descende, audas viator, at terrestre centrum attinges. Kod feci. – Arne Saknussemm*

* (“Descend into the crater of Yokul of Snaffela, which the shade of Scartaris caresses before the kalends of July, audacious traveler, and you will reach the center of the earth. I did it. –Arne Saknussemm”)

Sunday, 18 June-
This morning I did some emails and then headed out a little earlier than normal. It was another hot one today, this time without the benefit of the nice breeze. But I wanted to try another jog. I rode down to Rocky Ridge late in the morning to attempt a jog of the park to its extreme ends. I bit off a little more than I should have given the heat today. I found myself wondering if I might be headed for a hospital visit as I struggled up a long incline on the back side of the park and felt myself overheating pretty dramatically—my face felt like it was afire. But at the top of the incline a breeze sprang up and I slowed down and before long I was ok again… just not moving very fast. For the last mile or so I found it quite a struggle to just keep putting one foot in front of the other. I was very happy to finally make it back to the parking lot and the water fountain. I spent the next hour cooling down and recovering. That was a little too much.
That evening we couldn’t find anything interesting on TV so spent most of it on the web.

Saturday, 17 June-
It was hot and sticky today (lower 90’s). I spent the morning on the web, email, and blog, then for some reason felt like getting out for a little jog. I took the Miata down to Rocky Ridge Park and parked in a nice, shady spot. But as I crossed the parking lot to the Wildlife pavilion area I saw three tents set up and a mountain-biking demo event going on. I thought I’d try a fully-suspended mountain bike but that didn’t work out—the guy to see just kept chatting away with another gear-head about the specs on the $2500 bikes and I finally gave up on Mr. Clueless. And it didn’t make any sense to start jogging on the trails just beyond the demo area; they’d be full of bikers. Some of those guys zoom around the trails as fast as they can pedal and it’s actually quite impressive. I can’t imagine how they maintain control through the rough terrain of football-sized rocks and jutting roots in some places. All the bikers I’ve seen there have been very courteous and careful to slow around us walkers and joggers but there were other options for me so I thought I’d just leave that part of the park to them.
I started from my regular place at the ‘Keep on Biking’ bench but took the #5 trail instead of my customary route. That turned out well at first as it led to a tight, mostly-downhill trail for awhile and felt great. But what goes downhill must eventually come back uphill.
I chugged on around to the far end of the park and then back to the car, the last on rubbery legs. But for the most part it was great; I had a good breeze most of the way to keep me from overheating.
That evening we went out to a new restaurant in York—Cheeseburger in Paradise. It was okay… just overpriced (and that’s a problem!). My black-and-bleu burger was good and I enjoyed a couple of mojitos but the price was too high for just drinks and burgers. Back home we watched ‘The Thin Man’ on Turner Classic’s ‘The Essentials’ series. Good one.

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