A Taste of Home

[Editor’s Note: The following is the first installment of Joe Grant’s From My Doorstep column, which will highlight mountain running, living, and culture as found on his runs close to home.]

I wake to harrowing winds lashing relentlessly against the side of our cabin. The harsh dissonance of the side-paneling and aging roof interacting with the elements makes me wonder how long this centenarian dwelling will remain standing. I groggily make my way to the bathroom, noting that the inside of our front door windows have frosted over again.  Despite the apparent coarseness of our living situation, winter up on the hill is actually quite cozy. I get dressed and stretch lightly, glancing periodically south out the back window at the first golden rays of light on the horizon. The wind, as it so often does with the rising sun, renounces its pre-dawn jangle and quiets down. I set off west up Gold Hill road inching forward in a tight, creaky shuffle. At close to 9,000 feet, the thin air and gentle uphill of the first mile and a half always has me breathing a touch harder than I would like. However, I am appreciative of the grade as it offers a tranquil invitation to ease into the run.

Antique farm machinery adorns the grounds of the Colorado Mountain Ranch, a youth summer and winter camp. Horses neigh and trot rhythmically in their enclosure. The ranch always provides several minutes of eclectic entertainment as I run by. My attention is soon absorbed by the Indian Peaks that gloriously occupy the distant view up ahead. They taunt me for a minute as I wish I was up there amongst the peaks, but as I settle into my stride, the brilliance of the visual is satisfying enough. The dusty, rolling, dirt road brings back memories of running in the Rift Valley of Kenya. There is a clean, simple aesthetic to moving swiftly, effortlessly, along a dirt track, feeling the vastness of one’s surroundings, alone. I let that thought accompany me, spiking my step with vivacity as I connect with the Switzerland Trail.

The once narrow-gauge railroad line, cut into the deep valley slope, winds its way down to the hamlet of Sunset. Sugarloaf Mountain, a typically unimpressive, bald, lump of choss, shines from this vantage point in its brightest light against the monochrome palette of the late January sky.

Once in the valley, a handful of rusty, old vehicle carcasses line the six unpaved miles down Fourmile Canyon drive. Quirky log cabins still stand strong after the devastating fire that engulfed the area a couple of years back. Signs of the old mining days are everywhere, with visible holes blasted into the earth’s flank and no trespassing signs barring access to closed sites. The abandoned mines contrasted with charred trees offer a morally perplexing sight. One side portrays the land pillaged by us – at the mercy of our industrial spirit, the other side shows the land’s retaliation – us at the mercy of the land. I believe these scars of destruction serve as reminders for us to live in a gentler, more nurturing way. The land also educates my style of running, calling for grace in my movements in an accompaniment of its undulations.

As I reach Salina and turn north, the grade kicks up significantly for the four last miles to home. As my breathing becomes labored and my muscles tense, I patiently work this difficult stretch, balancing my effort with the demands of the terrain. On a simple outing, from my doorstep, I am reminded of both how to run and how to live.

Joe Grant: frequently adventures in wild places, both close to home (a frequently changing location) and very far afield. He inspires others by sharing his words and images that beautifully capture the intersection of the wilds, movement, and the individual at Alpine Works.

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  • Hello Joe,

    thanks for sharing those beautiful pictures.

    this kind of scenery is so far away from me, since i live in germany, but it's the same here - running is a great way go get to know the area around you. Usually, after living in a place for a year, i know more of the surroundings than most people having lived there for decades.

    I also love how the scenery changes with the seasons. The freshness of spring, the power of summer, and its retreat followed by the majestical time of snow and ice.

    It isn't alway easy to get out of bed, though :-)

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  • Hi

    Beautiful & exotic (for me )pictures, Many thanks for sharing!

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  • Beautiful write up, Joe. I enjoy hearing your perspective as you're taking in the landscape. I'm looking forward to more of this. Good luck with your ITI training.

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  • Great article Joe. Pure colorado lovin.

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  • Love it! Great stuff Joe.

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  • Great article and beautiful pictures!

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  • Great piece Joe. Your words rival your photography!

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  • Boom. Great piece. Think local.

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  • Excellent closing sentence! It sums up everything I love about running...

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  • Really well-written piece, Joe. Even before I looked at the pics, I was conjuring up incredible images of the scenery. Makes me want to get out of LA, be more remote, and just run every day.

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  • The style, content and pics require no author. Written as only you do it JG. Wishing you well from the Bighorns.

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  • Hi Joe,

    awesome pictures, great words, good luck for the

    Iditarod Trail Invitational

    thomas from germany

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  • I live on Fourmile just below Wall Street and have run this loop a few times, very cool to see it on irunfar! Luckily I get to end on a long descent ;)

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  • Great article. I used to live in Fourmile in a small cabin. This was a regular loop, as well as several others. I'm sure you have found all of the secret trails that connect to Boulder, Peak to Peak, etc. Lots of excellent loops in the area. Looking forward to the next article.

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  • So glad this column was added to the iRunFar arsenal...looking forward to more!

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  • I really enjoyed the article and pictures Joe!! Glad that you are going to be writing a regular column! I am looking forward to the next one!

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