Wednesday, October 18, 2017

What Kobae Likes Most

On days when we don't get to go hiking it's because there's more people staying at the lodge usually and more people means more dogs so all in all, still a pretty good day for Kobae.


On the rare days I can get away for an hour or two Kobae always manages to pick up a few friends we find in the canyons that want to join us for a little part of the hike.

Courtesy Melinda

The First

The first place I ever ran across petroglyphs out here and I bet I haven't been there in at least a couple years. See the stairs cut in the rock leading to the dwelling.

Moab 240 Mile Race

Flags start showing up in the driveway from Last Hurrah out to the front gate at Base Camp and signs talking about a race. I look it up online and it's 240 miles. On foot. I'm really busy but I'm hoping somebody will show up and ask me if it's ok to use the property. On Friday morning Melinda wants to see the closest petroglyphs so as we're heading out we come across a check in point, first aid station, timekeeper's chair and the whole works right in front of the Base Camp sign. Since nobody ask and I know the races have somebody in charge of this stuff and while I'm all for helping and could have set up the aid station at Base Camp with bathrooms and the whole show if they would have ask, the least I can do is make them feel uncomfortable for not asking.

We pull up and I ask if I can help them. They seem confused. I tell them that when somebody sets up on my property I like to know about it and it's a shame they didn't ask. I can see their faces as they all look at each other like "Oh boy, we've got a major problem just before the first runners show up." I grill them a little more about who was suppose to check with land owners and who's running the show and a guy meekly says he's with the race organizers. I give him a little more grief and then tell him I'm on their side and I can help. Huge relief all around and people are breathing again.

He says he'll come see me in the next few hours as this is going to be a yearly event but he never shows up. Anyhow, 240 miles and the winner is Courtney Dauwalter, she's an eighth grade school teacher and she ran it in under 58 hours. Or a little over four miles an hour for 58 straight hours and she smoked the next closest person, a guy, by 10 hours.

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Twelve Days

The days are blowing by. It's so busy. Twelve days since I posted. If I tried to remember everything that happen there'd be no chance. There is almost no day that there aren't guests checking in and checking out. There's a couple rooms to clean every day and trying to stay free to put guests in the river in town, at the bottom of the hill, side by siding, and taking them on hikes. There are nights where both places, Last Hurrah, and Base Camp are full.
Sneaking away occasionally for an hour or two hike with Kobae. Today Melinda, a guest at the lodge, took Kobae out for a five hour hike. I had no time at all.
I'm back in the foxes good graces. For whatever reason they've picked up a habit lately of sitting or sleeping on guests cars waiting for their hot dogs.

On the upside for Kobae the place being so busy, more dogs for him to chase.