A rained-out run: Somewhere above Port Alberni’s Log Train Trail

Fall, or even winter, seems to have come pretty early this year. Dave and I headed out on this run a bit over a week ago, on September 17th, when it was still officially summer! (Kind of hard to remember summer now, it’s been so cold and wet this week). The original plan was to do a 16 km loop on trails that Dave knows, which I have never been on, starting at Coombs Candy (on the highway) and heading down the Log Train Trail, then veering off onto the single-track trails above.

The four of us together starting out on the Log Train Trail.

The four of us together starting out on the Log Train Trail.

It all started well…I even decided to set up a group shot of us, as we rarely get any photos of all four of us. Unfortunately, since I only had ten seconds to get from where my camera was balanced on a stump, then run back to where Dave and the dogs were waiting, then get us all started tunning forward together, Xhosa got all excited by my rapid back-and-forthing and bit my arm. (A friendly bite… she was just trying to grab me and get me going… lovely dog…)

But as we headed into the forest, the sky darkened...

But as we headed into the forest, the sky darkened…

...and thunder started to rumble overhead. Our brave little bear-chasing Yorkie turns into a trembling useless lump of fur at the sound of thunder, and needs to be carried.

…and thunder started to rumble overhead. Our brave little bear-chasing Yorkie turns into a trembling useless lump of fur at the sound of thunder, and needs to be carried.

We were going to do a big 16 km loop through the forest, but once the rain started I suggested to Dave that we shorten the route. So we headed uphill through the forest to the old railway tracks.

We made it up to the trailroad tracks just as the rain started.

We made it up to the trailroad tracks just as the rain started.

I wasn’t feeling that great, and it was getting pretty cold and wet out. But Dave really wanted to push on – to show me an old steam donkey and other pieces of rusty junk. Dave loves rusty junk in the forest. We made it to the steam donkey. “It’s a beauty!” he exclaimed.

Here I am pointing out the steam donkey to the dogs - they are so excited.

Here I am pointing out the steam donkey to the dogs – they are so excited.

Tank poses with his namesake.

Little wet dog Tank poses with his namesake.

We pushed on, and Dave showed the dogs and me another piece of rusty junk. He wasn't sure what this one was for.

We pushed on, and Dave showed the dogs and me another piece of rusty junk. He wasn’t sure what this one was for.

Dave was hoping to continue – there was another rusty thing, cat tracks or something? – that he wanted to show us. But is was COLD and WET out! So he agreed to turn around… we went back down to the railway tracks, to make our run into a short loop, and headed back. Poor Tank, he is usually such a tough little guy, but this was not his best run ever: first half trembling from the thunder, and second half trembling from the cold!

Phew, heading back. Not the nicest day to be out there... but it is still good to get out there, better than sitting around at home!

Phew, heading back. Putting my arm-warmers on, it was really cold out there! Not the nicest day to be out… but it is still always good to get out and do something, much better than sitting around at home!

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