61 degrees / 71% humidity
Cool. Wore my pink jacket this morning. Thick air. Fall is here. The Welcoming Oaks are starting to turn golden. Everywhere, the feeling of soft yellow. We ran north on the river road trail. I was on the outside and was nearly hit a few times by bikers speeding by without warning. Oh well. I’ll try to remember the kind bikers I encountered on Saturday and forget today’s jerks.
Saw one of my running regulars, Santa Claus! Also, as we ran through the tunnel of trees, I recounted to Scott the time I noticed some guy silently sitting in a tree. What was he doing? added an hour later: I just realized that this strange tree sitting happened on september 11, 2019. I can’t remember what we talked about, and I forgot to look down at the river.
- several stacked stones on the ancient boulder
- the port-a-potty is back near the overlook
- slippery trail, a few squeaking leaves
- burnt toast or burnt coffee bean smell near the Lake Street bridge
- passing a fast walker on the inside near the trestle
- encountering a runner almost sprinting on the greenway
- a duet of chainsaws in the gorge below, probably cutting up the giant tree that we noticed on the ground last Sunday on our hike
- yellow vests at Brackett Park — park workers mowing the lawn?
- clashing colors: a pale green bench next to a pale blue church
- after finishing, walking to Dogwood, passing a welcome mat with thick stripes of black and white