I'm sitting in terminal 2 at the Salt Lake Airport waiting for Catherine's flight, which is apparently going to arrive an hour early. Result!
I stopped in Orem on my way up and ran a little five-mile loopy thing up to the Altar and back. It was supposed to be an out-and-back, but yes, I got lost and wound up taking a different trail back to the car. Running in the dark can be tricky. But at least I learned a new route.
Anyways, I was pretty tired, so I took it easy on the climb. On the way back down I got ahead of my head lamp and crashed pretty hard. Nothing too serious, other than some broken skin, so I guess I got off pretty easy. I've never been so happy to have been wearing a shirt and gloves.