I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: what part of “leave no trace” do people not understand? I picked up 27 pieces of trash during this morning’s run up and around Barham Ridge. Sigh.
Oh, to move through the hills as easily as this morning’s mule deer. I am not a deer, alas, and (double alas) my old nemesis left-knee-pain re-appeared about 1.5 hours into my hilly run. (Mumble grumble back to the physical therapist’s on Monday.)