Thursday night I raced in the Corporate Cup 5K down in Montpelier. Among the 2,000+ runners were some (if not most!) of Vermont's finest road runners. I raced fairly well, coming in at 34th place overall, and feeling pretty spry crossing the finishing line. I remembered why I liked this event so well...though the course is fast, it pales in comparison to the warm cider doughnuts waiting you when you cross the finish line. 
Top that off with a slug of Gatorade, and you're feeling like a million bucks again. More of the same shenanigans this weekend from the young Mabes. She is becoming quite the force to be reckoned with. Her fierce bark makes her nobody's first choice for a sidekick, except, of course, for her unconditional owners. 
The demons need to be exorcised from her.
I spent some time in the Adirondacks climbing with LG this weekend, as well. Our plan was to climb at a relatively secluded spot so that there'd be no chance Mabel would flip her lid if, god forbid, another climber came around. We struck gold with Spanky's Area and devoured the Sunshine City section of the cliff, sending most of the routes with panache, despite having our rears handed to us on a platter by a couple of the more demanding lines. We also scouted out the Birch Wall and decided to climb the Wall's premier route, "Chocoholic". Oh yes, and it is creamy season once again in New England, therefore, it has become custom to get one after each day of climbing. (For all you mid-Atlantic folks reading this, a creamy is the same thing as soft serve or custard.)
I spent some time in the Adirondacks climbing with LG this weekend, as well. Our plan was to climb at a relatively secluded spot so that there'd be no chance Mabel would flip her lid if, god forbid, another climber came around. We struck gold with Spanky's Area and devoured the Sunshine City section of the cliff, sending most of the routes with panache, despite having our rears handed to us on a platter by a couple of the more demanding lines. We also scouted out the Birch Wall and decided to climb the Wall's premier route, "Chocoholic". Oh yes, and it is creamy season once again in New England, therefore, it has become custom to get one after each day of climbing. (For all you mid-Atlantic folks reading this, a creamy is the same thing as soft serve or custard.)
Sunday was dedicated to packing up our house and moving it into storage. We've rented this little 10X15 climate controlled unit a couple towns over from here. It amazes me how much a place like this can cost. I supposed you're paying for peace of mind.
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Since our last entry a lot has happened. The place we thought we were going to be staying in out in Tacoma fell through, so Lindsay has been on the prowl, recently, for a place that will lease to us for 3 months, as well as accept a German Shepherd. Some discussion has developed around where we should go after the PNW...more about that later.
Our home is beginning to get that vapid look again. Blank walls, empty spots around the house where once a dresser stood or bookshelf leaned. With Lindsay not around regularly, it is hard to sit here after the dust settles from a day of packing. Our little townhouse isn't as cozy anymore, and it is losing its "lived in" smell. Now, boxes and piles fill not the voids, but the waiting line marching out the front door and into the temporary storage space for a year's duration.
The sun shines brightly on the silver streak of asphalt and adventure awaiting our wheels and minds and bodies. The automobile will be packed, the direction will be decided and the albatross of innumerable choices will begin to unfurl its broad wings.
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