My buddy, Buzz, and I went this past weekend for a big run. We ran up to Ice Lake and then grunted/climbed from there up to Matterhorn, the second highest peak in the Wallowas.
At 21.5 miles and over 6,000' of elevation gain, it was easily my longest outing since March. This is very good news. My recovery has been slow and gradual, but so far it seems that the patience is paying off. The Achilles finally feels strong enough to handle some longer stuff like this. I don't feel like I'm out of the woods yet, but it's getting close.
Here are some of the scenes from our run. Not a bad place, huh?