Another Thought on Rambling...and Ultrarunning

Following this post on rock music and rambling that I posted back in December, I teased the bride, telling her that I was now ready to do some rambling myself, "...but I don't need no woman tagging along."

She says, "Fine, enjoy your ramble, but I know you'll be back soon."

Me: "But what if I'm not?"

Bride: "Because you're always losing or misplacing something, that's why.  And I'm always the one who finds it."

Me: "I don't get it, what's that got to do with anything?  I've got to ramble!  And maybe even gamble!"

Bride:  "Here's why.  The first time you lose something, you'll come back.  Fast.  And I'll say like I always do, let's retrace your steps.  So, where have you been rambling?"

At which point we both cracked up.

The connection to Ultrarunning, of course, is that it's a harmless way to ramble.  And that I'm a lucky rambler to have this woman in my life.

A Bad Day for a Canal Boat Captain...and Ultrarunning

This large boulder fell into the canal bed sometime after active operations ceased back in 1924: 

Scale?  Look at the shelf near the top center of the rock (about 3/4 of the way up).  That small dark blue spot on the center of the shelf is my hat.

Had this boulder tumbled onto a passing canal boat, it would have kinda ruined the captain's day, doncha think?

As for Ultrarunning, I've never been menaced by a falling rock.  Rocks certain can and do fall, but getting struck is probably about as likely as being struck by lightning.  My rock problems consist mostly of trying to run on loose rocks.  Usually I am quite surefooted on fixed rocks and sometimes can scamper over them like a mountain goat.