Only In Montana: Turd Lake
You may have run through Central Park. You may have danced nervously at the starting line Hopkinton, Boston. You may have graced Alii Drive in the final mile of the Ironman in Kona.
But…have you ever run by…TURD LAKE?
I came across this sign while scouting the route for this weekend’s Whitefish Wag Race, a 15k. At first, I thought I was hallucinating, but after a quick turn around, I could see I was not. As I looked around, and no lake was in sight, I figured this must be some inside joke and I continued on my way down the route.
It wasn’t long before I realized that Turd Lake was no ruse. The tip off was not the chain link fence or the pipes, but the unmistakable aroma of poop. That’s right, Turd Lake, some sort of sewage treatment facility, exists and is the scenery for the last few miles of the race.
For those with dogs joining me on Sunday, this would be an ideal place to let your dog take the Browns to the Super Bowl.
Of course, this occurrence opens up all sorts of poop related humor opportunities. For example, “I got the crap kicked out of me by Turd Lake.” Or, “That hill by Turd Lake really had me in the dumps.” Or “When I got to Turd Lake, I started cramping. I tried to push through it, but I couldn’t get another inch out of me. After giving it a rest, I clenched my first, gritted my teeth, and finally broke through the wall. After that, I just rode the left over gas all the way home.”
All joking aside, looks like a good fast course. Lets just hope for some equally good weather.