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
Wow, what a beautiful weekend. We planted four trees today and I spent the afternoon teaching my son how to canoe. I had just enough time for a really fun trail run from my house along the deer fence, down to First Dam and up the Logan river Trail. Great mileage week and still alive! Yes!
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Comments
From Burt on Sun, Jun 05, 2011 at 19:05:37 from 72.223.90.79
Sounds like a great day. I don't see any pictures...
From Steve on Mon, Jun 06, 2011 at 03:19:14 from 76.27.106.132
I know, I know. I'll find the time! :)
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