I watched the bats flitting across the darkening sky ahead of me as my feet flew over the dirt road. It was almost eight p.m. and it was getting dark fast in this jungle like forest. I’d hoped on my twilight ten mile run this evening to see some wild life; deer or bear, …
There is a dirt road that I like to run down in the winter months. It hugs the cliffs and muddy edges of the National Forest. Hawks fly through the treetops and deer scamper about in the Manzanita bushes. I rarely see these creatures, all I see for the most part is the …