Mark dropped me off at the Reno-Tahoe airport, after a late lunch at a Mexican restaurant. Three planes; a dismal presidential debate; the upgrade to first class; a heroic pickup in Albany by Selden who fought a monumental Northway traffic jam, and the arrival at our farm with an excited and bounding Stash.
Bone tired and weary, not yet on east coast time; I woke up to the start of the Western States 100 mile race. Very weird to watch the athletes heading up the trail that I had been jogging on, just 30 hours ago.
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