Not one to take failure lightly, I set out again for White Rock Canyon today in search of the Colorado River. In my first attempt last Thursday I jogged along a wash between 1500-foot canyon walls but never found the river that was supposed to be at the end of the trail. Today I was determined to find that damn river just downstream from that damn Hoover Dam.
Found it I did. It's only supposed to be 2.5 miles but I think that's the way the damn crow flies. It took me almost 50 minutes of running to finally get there and I'm not not slow. Saturday I ran 3.1 miles in 23:30. But that's another journal entry. It's a beautiful calm, peaceful river and there's supposed to be hot springs there too but I'll save discovery for another day.
Of course I took tons of photos and this amazing run will be documented in a photo slide show sometime before the river dries up. Now it's off to my damn job. The bs was high (154 this morning). Maybe I should reconsider abstinence. A beer on the river would have been nice.
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