Smell the dirt, feel the mountain, taste the wind.
Personal:
"Our legs are tight, our feet are flying, and we are gliding over the roll of the land. The sun is up, the air is fresh, the stone is old, and we are free and at peace. The clock has stopped because another time has taken over." C. Bowden
Nice run along the Delaware River Trail. Hot and very humid today. Ended with the best sandwich on earth, the Bobbi at Capriottis. This beautiful creation has shredded turkey, cranberries, and stuffing.
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Comments
From Rob Murphy on Wed, Aug 13, 2014 at 20:31:57 from 24.10.247.181
It's a Thanksgiving sandwich!
From Steve on Thu, Aug 14, 2014 at 07:14:23 from 66.87.19.185
It's so nice...
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