You knew what I was when you picked me up. Snakes can’t be trusted. And neither can geographical metaphysical anomalies. One can’t let one’s guard down for even a moment. For the Mesh can strike at any time. And then, one moment your taking a simple marathon recovery run with a single hand held bottle in a light rain, then the next, your are running along and the only thing you really know is that you have no idea which way is up.
Today’s run involved exploring a new trail that had more than an average amount of Mesh magic in the muddy soil. I started on a trail that was off to the south side of Del Reeves road before one gets to the pond. After reaching the edges of the Mesh and hitting the residential neighborhood of East Hampton, I back tracked then split a little as I took a pine needle trail of into the wilds of the Mesh. After a bit more I found myself on a section of the Shenipsit Trail, yet was not exactly certain where I was, although parts were familiar. Then just like that the familiar Blue blazes disappeared and I was on another trail. Most of the trails were really rugged, yet runnable stuff, with moist loose baby head boulders that were at times covered with leaves. Although the place is pretty big and I was clearly lost, I did not really get too concerned and just kept running. Weird thing was that I was not sure if I was going to resurface at Mott Hill Road, Lake Terramuggus, or Gadpouch Road. Basically a 6 or 8 mile spread.
I rarely see anyone in the Mesh but today when I was deep in the woods, I ran up to group of about 10 guys, all dressed in black hoodies drinking beer. They had a full caravan of ATV’s. As I ran up to them, I really startled one of them for a second. The trail after them was really ripped up and made for exciting running. I know most naturalists would think I am crazy, but I think that the ATV’s are the ones that really keep most of the remote trails open, so I don’t mind sharing the mud and rocks with them. As long as they stay off the single track. At any rate I ran without knowing where I was, or where I was going.
English trail runner William Shakespeare once wrote: What's in a name? That which we call a trail, by any other name would run as sweet; So Mesh would, were it not Mesh call'd, Retain that dear perfection which it owes without that title.
So I enjoyed the muck, mud and scenery and pressed on until I saw a familiar landmark. Peace Rock appeared in a meadow and brought back memories of an early summer run with Rick. The last part of this trail had 2 ft mud cliffs and a steep descent down to the main gravel road. I then took the rest of the run back along the familiar ultra hilly Mesh roads. Another survival episode in the Mesh. http://runkeeper.com/user/blueblazer/activity/123308523