Oh my gosh, it has been so cold here at the coast. Sustained temps in the 40-50 range and just plain Jane gray everywhere.
Last week, thanks be to God, the sun came out.
Before all you northerners roll your eyes and give a collective “gimmeabreak”, thou must put into perspective our location and agenda. We live at the beach. We surf…..in water. Water that gets freaking cold when the air is 40 degrees. We moved here to be warm. It wasn’t warm. And we whined. A lot.
Coldness is not tolerated much at all by surfers. We enjoy a change in the weather for all of 31.6 seconds and then we are DONE. Barbies!!
So, when the sun finally came out and temps warmed into the 70’s…and even the 80’s (hooyah!), all the wimps at the coast were putting on bikinis and basking in the glorious warmth and Vitamin D enriched rays from the Golden Orb of Greatness.
I took Skye out for some trail running into an area that I have wanted to venture deeper into but was a bit afraid to do alone. Even though she is very skittish around other people, she is a hulking mass of intimidation to others so I felt pretty safe with her. When she looks at you like this and you don’t know her, you will not be putting your hand out to pet her.
The funny thing about her is, she can sense “bad” in people. In other words, she knows when someone is a threat to me and all her skittishness disappears.
Fluffy husky butt alert!
I was very glad I brought her, because about a mile or so in I came around a bend and saw a couple of guys on dirt bikes doing what appeared to be a drug exchange. Yes, you read that correctly.
When I saw them, I immediately was aware of my “female alone on a remote trail” predicament.
When Skye saw them she stood tall in front of me, pulled those ears up and when they turned to see me she was the first thing their eyes migrated to. I wanted to say “She will eat you for lunch if you come near me” but instead casually turned and started running back at a normal pace, only picking it up when out of their sight. In my head I was doing a mental calculation of how screwed I was because I was so far from the main path and people.
To make a long story short, when I heard them start their bikes and head my way I called my husband and was on the phone with him when they rode past me. They slowed way down, glared at me and then gassed their bikes and took off.
Thank God for cell phones and my precious sunshine girl.
So, lesson learned. My husband has asked me not to go back there anymore and I am more than happy to oblige him. My Skye will now be on all my trail runs, no matter how safe I think they are.
Parting shot…this is what happens when you listen to your 11yo daughters playlist while running trials. It’s hard not to bust out fierce Bey moves in your Newtons when listening to “Ugly Heart” by G.R.L. 😉 Watch out for those tree roots, Grrrrrrl.