Sunday: 22 November 2009
Restoration Run Part 2: 15K at Hargrove Lake Road [General] -
Wayne - wayne@sparkleberrysprings.com @ 14:26:56
The Smokey Road 5K didn’t take long at all - we were there and gone in less than an hour. We got to the Hargrove Lake Road intersection about 8:15 and parked looking down a hilly part of Crawford-Smithonia Road to the south.
It’s an odd thing, but towns around here mostly seem to be named for people. Roads are named for the towns they go to, which means they change their names depending on where you are. No wonder, Georgia!, you say, and you could be right.
The first runners were starting up the hill at about the three-mile point, here. The cars are being respectful because a sheriff is leading the pack. Later they’ll barely slow down.
The five front runners maintained their lead throughout, and in just about the order you see them here. The woman in back had a remarkable gait. These were very serious runners!
Clickable thumbnails: On the left, the Maraschino. It’s much more difficult for Glenn (and me) to get into this truck. We worked out a system where all I have to do is get his front right foot onto the floor of the door well. He can then pull himself up, although in practice I usually gave him a push up. You notice the trash along the roadside. This was ubiquitous.
Center: a large cluster of runners. Here’s where we were beginning to get silly. We had placed a slow/stop sign into a traffic cone behind the pumper, with the slow side warning drivers coming from Hargrove Lake Road. It had some effect. We resisted the notion of putting another sign into a cone in *front* of the truck, with “slow” facing the runners.
Right, we’re doing our job, keeping the runners to the right going toward Devils Pond Road. Big nightmare - suppose we’d let them go to the left. I suppose we’d have been in trouble. Suppose we’d only let *some* of them go to the left. Oh my.
It’s an odd thing, but towns around here mostly seem to be named for people. Roads are named for the towns they go to, which means they change their names depending on where you are. No wonder, Georgia!, you say, and you could be right.
The first runners were starting up the hill at about the three-mile point, here. The cars are being respectful because a sheriff is leading the pack. Later they’ll barely slow down.
The five front runners maintained their lead throughout, and in just about the order you see them here. The woman in back had a remarkable gait. These were very serious runners!
Clickable thumbnails: On the left, the Maraschino. It’s much more difficult for Glenn (and me) to get into this truck. We worked out a system where all I have to do is get his front right foot onto the floor of the door well. He can then pull himself up, although in practice I usually gave him a push up. You notice the trash along the roadside. This was ubiquitous.
Center: a large cluster of runners. Here’s where we were beginning to get silly. We had placed a slow/stop sign into a traffic cone behind the pumper, with the slow side warning drivers coming from Hargrove Lake Road. It had some effect. We resisted the notion of putting another sign into a cone in *front* of the truck, with “slow” facing the runners.
Right, we’re doing our job, keeping the runners to the right going toward Devils Pond Road. Big nightmare - suppose we’d let them go to the left. I suppose we’d have been in trouble. Suppose we’d only let *some* of them go to the left. Oh my.
