From the Department of Weird Dreams

I remember most of my dreams, and I dream a lot. Last night's was a doozy.

It started as I was packing to drive to help Hannah ride at Tevis. She called and told me to bring Tristan, too - it would be fun to get the boys out together again!

I thought that sounded like a great idea, so I hitched up the trailer and brought him. On the way, I decided that if he seemed like he wasn't up to it, I could just ride the first 12 mile loop.

(Please note, I have no idea whether or not Tevis has a 12 mile loop. I rather doubt it. I also doubt that my horse, much as I love him, could handle even 12 miles of the Tevis trail.)

We arrived and as we prepped to start the race I decided that the trail was too rocky for Tristan, and I hadn't brought any boots, so I scratched him.

I did, however, decide to hike the trail instead. There were a bunch of people doing this, in a sort of shadow of the Western States Endurance Run.

(Note the second, it is even less likely that I could run 12 miles than that my horse could. As in, I'm not even sure I could move my body in an approximation of a jog for one mile.)

We then started out on a trail that was like some bizarre dreamworld. At one point, we jogged through a mall's parking garage. Then we exited that to slide down an icy, snowy hill onto a river that was barely frozen over. Several people broke through the ice and were swept over the waterfall. (Yes. Really.)

Soon after that we crossed a desert, complete with cactii and camels. More people dropped out here, but fortunately I had some sort of bizarre apparatus rigged up and had enough water.

After the desert, I arrived at a check-in point and decided I'd run enough of it, and would grab my truck and meet Hannah at the next hold.

My brain is a frightening place sometimes.