ADDISON'S SUPPORT ADVOCACY BLOG: Aspen Trail and me

I've lived here in Teton Valley, Idaho for 16 years. In those 16 years, so much has changed in the Valley, in my life and in the world. One thing that has mostly remained the same is Aspen Trail. Because we are moving from here soon, every trail I've been on this summer, I think, "This could be the last time I'm here!" Usually this thought fills me with a little spark of happiness. Yesterday on Aspen Trail, I cried a little bit.

This post is a departure from my usual posts. Probably lots of rambling words.

Aspen Trail was the first trail I really explored when I came to the Valley. It's close to town and, unlike most trails around here, it's not very steep with only 1,400 feet of vertical elevation gain and 1,400 feet of vertical loss in its 4.2 mile length. True to its name, Aspen Trail has lots of Aspens.

Spring

Summer

Fall

I took cute, chubby Zane up there in a backpack when he was 2 and a half. I remember struggling with his weight on the hills and struggling with the (very justified) fear of bears. We turned around after less than a mile. Now that chubby two year old is seventeen and could probably carry me right up the hill with no trouble if he wanted to.

Me, McKenzie and Zane

While on Aspen Trail, I've run, biked, snow shoed, hiked mostly alone but sometimes with friends, my son, a Terry executive who laughed at me for wearing a skirt!, husbands, a potential boyfriend who turned into husband. I done it with Allison over a decade, trudged through waist deep snow and rolled on our bellies with Meara.

Snowshoeing with Allison

Big group!

Paul ripping downhill past the horse and rider. The lady on the horse was impressed!

My fitness and health have changed so much over the years. There have been times that going up every hill was a challenge. Sometimes, lately, every hill is bliss. There were times I kicked guys asses going downhill on a mountain bike. There were times that I wished I could run the whole thing from start to finish. I progressed to easily running it from start to finish and then went about my day like it was no big deal, at points, it was a HUGE deal. Once, I ran it in Croc's because of a pain in my foot that turned out to be a broken hip.

This looked like a spot where a doglike creature slept. A wolf perhaps?

One of the biggest piles of shit I've ever seen.

Because the print has no kidney bean shape and the toes are almost straight across, I'm thinking these were from a grizz.

I've seen the seasons change from summer to fall to winter to spring. I've laughed and cried and sometimes not thought about much at all while on the trail. I can run it as fast as I can ride it. I admire the change of seasons. I've seen bear tracks, cat tracks, wolf tracks and a wolf bed, moose, deer, grouse, hawks and an ultralight flying overhead. Aspen Trail was my first and only night run that wasn't in a race. There was a light coating of snow, it was silent and peaceful and not too cold.

Aspen Trail is beautiful. I will miss it.

The changes that are coming up are good. They are scary. They are exciting. You can be sure when I come back to Teton Valley, I will visit Aspen Trail and love it as much as I did the first time I was on it.

End of my rambling. Lots and lots and lots of pictures to follow.