Winter camping is not most people’s idea of a good time. It’s cold. There are no s’mores. You’re lucky if you can dig up enough sticks and tinder out of the snow to start a fire, and you’re luckier if you don’t make any forehead-slapping bumbles like letting the stove frost over or forgetting your lighter and matches a few miles back at the car.
Running doesn’t have to be a competitive sport. There’s no reason why, at 7 am on a warm Saturday morning, I couldn’t be running as hard as possible up the La Luz Trail in the Sandia Mountains by myself. It’s just that I wouldn’t. It’s too exhausting.
Even if you’ve climbed every route around Santa Fe, banked every turn on the trails at La Tierra and know the entire crew at Sangre de Cristo Mountain Works by their nicknames, you may not have