Sunday we started at California street in Foresthill and ran down to the Rucky Chuck crossing of the american river. Instead of crossing there we headed back up hill (and off the course) to buses which shuttled us back to Foresthill. Overall we did a little under 19 miles this day.

The best runner I saw that day was the black dog which went running by all the runners. He apparently lived in town and just followed all the runners. In order to get him back to town he had to be lured on the bus with a hot dog.