"I can’t remember much about the trip to Dutchman Peak except that the weather got worse, and my mind started to tug tentatively at its moorings. The aid station was bizarre to the point of creepiness. It looked like a scene from Bladerunner. Rain and fog had cut visibility to less than five yards even with a headlamp. However, the aid station itself was lit up so brightly that it was probably disrupting air traffic. Add to this about fifty people crammed under two awnings, and you have a scene that was a bit difficult to process. I kept my head down and got out of there."
With John at Dutchman Peak, ready to start pacing. John has already run 65 miles ... only 37 more to go.
