As part of my service requirement for the Wasatch Front 100, September 6, I had to do 8 hours of trail maintenance.
What? I kind of figured that you know, we ran or biked on the trail enough, and it just got like matted down. No problem.
Turns out that was, er, a, poppycock. I had been misinformed. Here's a big thanks to two organizations that absolutely crank on the trail work:
The SWAMP Club. These guys are tree-mend-us! Lemme tell you on a rainy Saturday at 
Boyette, 23 people showed up to do 4 hours work (a couple of us stayed for 8 hours.) The Swampers weren't messing around either. They brought in tree trimmers, movers, clippers, and many times they even bring in wood to make bridges. They worked and worked and worked. But hey, I remember a few years ago when the FU runners had a work day at Croom, we worked hard. Yeah, Swampers do maintenance every weekend! They work at Croom, Morris Bridge, Alafia, and Boyette, to name a few.
Boyette, 23 people showed up to do 4 hours work (a couple of us stayed for 8 hours.) The Swampers weren't messing around either. They brought in tree trimmers, movers, clippers, and many times they even bring in wood to make bridges. They worked and worked and worked. But hey, I remember a few years ago when the FU runners had a work day at Croom, we worked hard. Yeah, Swampers do maintenance every weekend! They work at Croom, Morris Bridge, Alafia, and Boyette, to name a few. Check out their schedule and social stuff here: http://www.swampclub.org/
Also, thanks to the Florida Trail Association. These guys do most of our maintenance at Croom. I tried to hook up with them, but while they are great people, they aren't crazy. Seems they perfer to do their work when it's cooler and the threat of lightning isn't omnipresent.
At any rate, next time you find yourself on a trail chances are some wonderful volunteer cleared that sucker for you and kept you from getting lost.
You Give to the world, you give to yourself.
...... Turns out these gnomes were NO help!..................
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While Mountain biking at Santos on Friday night, I struck a very pointy rock which blew out my rear tire. I then took some time out of my busy schedlue to do some trailwork. Yes, I tossed said rock nearly 20 feet into the woods. As far as my pipe cleaner arms could wing it. It wasn't 8 hours, but put me done for a SOLID 8 seconds! It counts on a bull...
If one of those gnomes ever show up on a trail I'm running, I'll probably have a heart attack. Yard art is just creepy.
Hey Roger: did you get your bike all pimped and ready to ride San Ann with Andy at the Antique Bike Show next month?
Ta gnome is to lovem.
Gnome Depot.
That's the punchline, now you make the joke.
Gnome, not gonna do it! Gnome Not!
What rhymes with Home Depot?
Gnome Depot.
Do I win (unlike at Badwater)?
-Dean Karnazes
Y'all are screwing up the joke ... those little creatures are pronounced GUH-nomes ... so it makes no sense.
- Dean Karnazes
(dammit, I was third .. or fourth, whatever. At least I didn't get beat by a chick ... or by more than one chick ... aw, go GUH-nome yourselves)
Gnome depot: pseudonymn for a destitute French writer?
Roger Wins. 8 seconds does count in rodeo, trail work, and sweet love. He'll be getting the Gnome Depot gift card.
Um, Did anyone else notice that this post actually isn't up yet?
Aint that something. You know back in my day a thing like that couldn't have happened. It's all QC, nowadays nobody cares about Qualality Controll!
Andy Rooney
Andy is all about quality control
You said it Andy Roo!
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