Bernie Boettcher December 28, 2011 TWEET COMMENTS 0

Echoes of the Present - Page 2

I perched on the precipice and watched the inky shadows on the canyon floor melt away. A small stream appeared, snaking through a sandy bed of bleached debris, embroidered with tamarisk and towering cottonwoods. Spotting a narrow, rocky trail down the cliff was all the invitation I needed. I put away my coffee cup and started running.


A half-hour later I found myself at the bottom of the canyon in a hushed amphitheater, lolling along through the interplay of light and shadow. A fallen log offered a good ringside seat, and I pulled up a seat to enjoy the final moments of the sunrise.

As I basked in the glow, a stream of distant voices interrupted my bliss. Soon, a waterfall of sound splashed over the cliff walls. A raucous group of hikers or bikers was eagerly approaching the overlook. I could hear their footsteps and their chatter as if they were standing right next to me.

The leader of the group rushed ahead and perched himself precariously on a massive sandstone spire hundreds of feet above my head. The solid rock acted like a giant megaphone, amplifying every nuance of their conversation. At first I was bothered, but their excitement over their glorious discoveries put me in a playful mood. They didn't know I was there, and I hid from view.

Their leader shouted, "Wow, look at this!"

I waited about two seconds and repeated, "Wow, look at this!" he turned and looked deep into the canyon.

"Hey, guys," he yelled, "get over here!"

I repeated, "Hey, guys, get over here!"

"Did you hear that?"

I mimicked, "Did you hear that?"

The second arrival said, "That's amazing!"

I parroted back, "That's amazing!"

By now, everyone in the group had arrived, all very excited about the newfound discovery. Everyone took turns yelling into the canyon, and I did my best to impersonate each. The louder they yelled, the better their echoes got. I started ad-libbing.

They said, "Hoooo-weee!"

"Hoooo-weee ... Hooo-wee ... Hoo-we!"


"Unbelievable! ... believable ... lievable!"

But I knew I was in over my head when one of the girls in the group stepped up and exclaimed in a high, squeaky voice, "I never heard anything like that before!"

I paused, knowing I couldn't possibly imitate that voice, then echoed back in low, deep tone, "Me neither!"

The sounds that echoed through the canyon in those next few moments were unrepeatable, but I knew from their words that if I didn't want that day to be my last day on earth, I'd better run ... better run ... run!

Bernie Boettcher still seeks creative ways to put speedwork into his training runs.


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