"I'd take a beer right now," Janine announced as we staggered across the dark parking lot and flicked off our headlamps. Fortunately Kirra had a Mt. Blanc blonde chilling in her van cooler. We passed it between us while heaving off our sweaty shoes, dropping our packs and bodies to the ground. A mess of kit strewn about the empty lot. We'd had a long day: some sun, some rain, a lot of vert, and heavy eyelids from finishing the forest section in the dark. Those aren't complaints. The sun warmed our bare arms, the rain didn't stop us from picking blueberries, the climbs took us to beautiful views, and the moon shone through the trees at night. To top it off, we'd just run some of the sweetest rolling traverses imaginable. We felt the good tired. Exhausted. Satisfied. No need for anything more than to share the beer and fall asleep, anticipating another run just like it again the following day.  

However you decide to tackle the route, recovery beverages are always a good way to finish.