three of us, Me, John (coming to RRR), and Gary (not), drove a bit north Saturday morning for a training run on the upcoming Old Goats 50. John and I were totally unfamiliar with the trail but Gary was moderately familiar.
It started out as a simple 22 miler and Gary only got us lost once, which was easily corrected by reversing our steps.
Around mile 15 Gary and I started complaining about our aches but John had a burst of energy, despite just having done a 50 miler last weekend, said he was "in the zone" and took off ahead of us.
Hour and half later we get back to the car, John's car of course, and no John.
Wait an hour, no john.
We tell the story to a passing ranger who says he'll check back periodically.
Three hours later, no John, and the Ranger brigade drives up, prepared to start thinking about search and rescue, its not dark yet but will be soon.
They're about half hour from calling out the troops when a group of three hikers I had asked to be on the lookout for John, drags him out of the woods into the trailhead. He is ok, but extremely parched.
The "zone" had apparently caused him to zone out, and he took two wrong turns, ran around in circles, ran out of water, and could barely speak when the hikers came across him. John probably did at least an extra 8 beyond our 22.
The rangers were happy, we were happy,
John was thankful, lesson learned .. when you're in the zone .. don't zone out.
Of course we'll try not to let this happen at the RRR.
these were the nicest, most cooperative forest rangers I've ever dealt with, very impressed with how they handled things.