The morning forest is quiet. I just ran four miles through these woods last night but that was before I ingested four cookies worth of raw cookie dough last night. Don’t judge me. It was to hot to turn on the oven? That was how I rationalized it anyways. So here I am; five …
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 …