Red Monday, part 2

Managed to get out my door last night and on the trail by 630pm. Startled 2 pretty big bucks huffing and puffing up the ridge line behind my house. I'm sure the sound of me sucking air was horrifying. Shut up. It's a significant hill. Made it almost to the top before I met wanker, Katie and the dog coming down. Being on the Red Mountain Trail alone in the dark is both terrifying and fricking awesome. Heavily wooded on both sides, crunchy snowpacked trail, 35ish degrees, clear sky and the stars were amazing. Jogged most of the way down, with a big stoopid happy dog grin on my face. I'm sure I would have progressed upwards a bit faster if I wasn't checking behind me every 20 yards for the mountain lion...