I would walk 500 miles . . .

Okay, maybe not, but I would fly 3,800, drive another 800 and then hike another 10. Last night I ran 10 miles to see Brian. He ran 22. It was exhilerating! It was an amazing sunny evening-- the snow on the mountains, the river rushing by, the ferns glowing green and the moss covering the huge trees. Spruce, hemlocks, berrys and flowers! I ran banging a pot and a spoon to scare away any bears. A little unecessary perhaps, but it eased my nerves when I was alone. It was brilliant (to be said like the many aussies and brits that come into the trail center).

I have been watching national geographic specials inbetween work, eating running and sleeping. I watched a great one on grizzly bears and another on killer whales. There are over 100 mormon kids in this town. That means we make up 1/8 of the population. I think everyone should come up and hike the Chilkoot trail (33 miles and crosses the canadian boarder).