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
Dry Canyon with Mandi up to the 8,000 feet where snow was over knee level and impassable in running shoes.
I have never enjoyed running in my life as much as the mountain running I've been doing lately.
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Comments
From ACorn on Fri, May 09, 2014 at 23:04:46 from 71.213.41.74
Steve, you're a week in the future :)
From Steve on Fri, May 09, 2014 at 23:23:53 from 66.87.127.175
That's how I roll...
Looks like it will save me from any entries next week. :-)
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