First beardcicles of the season. I'm beginning to look a bit Taliban; might have to get the scissors out soon. So I picked up Pete, as planned, at 6:30 this morning for a quick jaunt up to Laramie to run the Silent Trails 10 miler, a race put on in memory of eight members of the Wyoming U. Cross Country Team who were killed by a drunk driver on Highway 287 in 2001.
It would also serve as the third installment of the Laramie Triple Crown, the first two installments of which Michael Huntington and I had a split. This therefore would be the decider.
Conditions out were not good. In Fort Collins there was a good four to five inches of snow on the ground, meaning there would probably be double that up at the race location at 8,000 feet. We would never find out.
On I-25, we were turned around at Wellington - road closed. Cutting across to 287, the county roads were almost impassable. By the time we got to 287, we had 85 minutes to get to the race start - doable in good conditions, tempting fate in crap conditions. Considering the roads were dire, we had no option but to abort mission and turn around. Bummer.
Moving quickly on to plan B, we headed up to Horsetooth and got a good 10 miler in as the first snow run of the season. Man, this was a big dump for early October.
Pete headed up Horsetooth Trail 
Visibility was low, but you could just about make out Horsetooth behind the trees from Westridge
I never bump into anyone on Mill Creek. Today Eric was out making tracks. He knew we were planning to run in Laramie, so he was pretty surprised to see us. Last time I bumped into Eric on the trail was at the Keyhole on Longs.
