<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Trail on the art of simplicity</title><link>https://naoko.github.io/tags/trail/</link><description>Recent content in Trail on the art of simplicity</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 31 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://naoko.github.io/tags/trail/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Britain, Bottom to Top: History and Wild Beauty 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿</title><link>https://naoko.github.io/posts/2026-05-31-uk-anniversary/</link><pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://naoko.github.io/posts/2026-05-31-uk-anniversary/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="britain-bottom-to-top-history-and-wild-beauty-"&gt;Britain, Bottom to Top: History and Wild Beauty 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;p&gt;For our 30th anniversary, Coy and I decided to do something we&amp;rsquo;d never done together: rent a car and drive the length of Britain, bottom to top. We landed at London Heathrow and, over the next two and a half weeks, worked our way north - through England, into Wales, up the spine of the Lake District, across the Scottish Highlands and the Isle of Skye, and finally into Edinburgh, where we flew home.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mud, Mist, and Mountains: The UTMB Snowdonia 25K</title><link>https://naoko.github.io/posts/2026-05-17-utmb-snowdonia-25k/</link><pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://naoko.github.io/posts/2026-05-17-utmb-snowdonia-25k/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="mud-mist-and-mountains-the-utmb-snowdonia-25k"&gt;Mud, Mist, and Mountains: The UTMB Snowdonia 25K&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This race was the centerpiece of our big UK anniversary trip (the full travel story is over &lt;a href="https://naoko.github.io/posts/2026-05-31-uk-anniversary/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) - but it earned its own page, because the Welsh mountains handed me a race I won&amp;rsquo;t forget.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;d signed up for the &lt;strong&gt;UTMB Snowdonia 25K&lt;/strong&gt;, part of the Ultra-Trail Snowdonia by UTMB weekend, set deep in &lt;strong&gt;Eryri National Park&lt;/strong&gt; (Snowdonia) in northern Wales. On paper: about 25 kilometers and 4,600 feet of climbing. In reality: mud, mist, sheep, and some of the most dramatic mountain running I&amp;rsquo;ve ever done.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Avalon 50 Miles</title><link>https://naoko.github.io/posts/2026-01-10-avalon-50-miles/</link><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://naoko.github.io/posts/2026-01-10-avalon-50-miles/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="running-the-whole-island-avalon-50-miles"&gt;Running the Whole Island: Avalon 50 Miles&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Two years ago, I ran the &lt;a href="https://www.avalon50.com/"&gt;Avalon 50/50&lt;/a&gt; and did the 50K. It was a beautiful race on Santa Catalina Island, and I loved every bit of it. But the whole time, I kept hearing about the 50-mile course — how it takes you through parts of the island that are normally off-limits to the public, covering nearly the entire island. That thought stayed with me.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Imogene Run</title><link>https://naoko.github.io/posts/2025-09-07-imogene-run/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://naoko.github.io/posts/2025-09-07-imogene-run/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="breathing-through-the-sky-my-imogene-pass-run"&gt;Breathing Through the Sky: My Imogene Pass Run&lt;/h1&gt;
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 &lt;img src="https://naoko.github.io/images/2025-09-07/start.jpeg" alt="Start line"&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;This weekend I had the privilege of lining up at the 52nd annual Imogene Pass Run, one of the most beautiful, brutal, and humbling races I’ve ever attempted.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2 id="the-start-breathless-from-the-first-steps"&gt;The Start: Breathless From the First Steps&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;From the very first few miles, the altitude grabbed hold of me. I was breathing hard right away, trying to find rhythm while surrounded by so many strong runners. The biggest contingent came from Flagstaff, a town that clearly knows how to send mountain-ready athletes.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>