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
Cool run today. I had the kids on horses and I was running. We did the Crimson Trail in Logan Canyon. It worked pretty good but we either need faster horses or better riders because I had to keep doubling back.
