By The Glow Of The Fog

Two grandpas out doing what grandpas do at midnight. Finishing Tuscobia.

Holy cow it was foggy the last few hours!

Ken and I rode together for a while after Birtchwood.

I ended up aiming my headlamp above the trail and let the glow of the fog light my way (I also had my KLite). When I aimed my light as I normally would it was a white wall of mist.

Now Ken has the big (and greatly appreciated) job of getting the Arrowhead 135 Ultra ready. A beast of an undertaking, organizing one of the the toughest ultras in the world.

Thanks, Ken!