A 20 mile day with a loaded pack feels like a normal Tuesday" is a sentence that would put me in the hospital, so congrats on that I guess. I tried the paper log thing for one season and somehow lost the notebook somewhere between the car and my own kitchen, which tells you how my record keeping goes. Now I just have a shoebox of gas station receipts with scribbled mile counts on the back, which is a system if you squint at it. The reroute near Tettegouche thing gets me too, walked those mud pits back in the day and felt weirdly proud of the mess. Your notebook is doing better than any app I've ever downloaded and forgotten about, so keep at it.

A Friday rush in Austin is exactly when a cook cuts corners on temp, and that 165 line is there for a reason.

Is flat and greasy really that big a deal for a cookie?