I had to drive to Salt Lake and back in really terrible weather, and when I returned, it was almost sunny down here. I took my lunch time on the trail, trying not to slide into trees or smack my head on the pavement. It's interesting, I enjoy running in the snow and ice so much I think it's because I know I can't go really fast. Just like driving to Salt Lake today. The snow forces you to slow down (if you're smart you will). I'd be a much better person, more together and calm if I could just go slower. The day was breathtaking. I only saw two others on the trail--which had been plowed, by the way! A young BYU cross country runner and two older runner guys with a pit bull. I day dreamed the whole run and let my eyes fall over the landscapes made soft and pure by the snow, cut in half by the thick dark river water. Down by the lake I found my hawk who followed me by flying ahead, perching, and watching me run underneath him. He changed trees by flying ahead of me 4 times (about .2 of a mile). My Dad loved hawks and owls. I see this hawk fairly often. It makes me think of my Dad to see him. I wonder if perhaps that hawk is my animal spirit guide (totem). I'm so deeply impressed by his size, nobility, and grace. | 