Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Night running on Turkey Mt
There's something so amazing about night running. Especially on trailz. Especially when it's cold. Especially when it's foggy and misting, with an oppressing north breeze and a threat of gloom in the forecast. Especially onTurkey Mountain.
My headlamp was on it's last legs. It needed batteries changed out several night runs ago.
Water is always more eerie at night. A boring nondescript pond has mysteries of old wafting from the depths on a cold December night.
Finding my way back to where I was to meet friends for a group run, wondering if anyone was for sure coming out. Running alone is not at all out of the question, but things do move about at night--things that you try to not wonder what they are....
Not everything that moves about at night on the mountain is wild, but many are.
My headlamp was on it's last legs. It needed batteries changed out several night runs ago.
Water is always more eerie at night. A boring nondescript pond has mysteries of old wafting from the depths on a cold December night.
Finding my way back to where I was to meet friends for a group run, wondering if anyone was for sure coming out. Running alone is not at all out of the question, but things do move about at night--things that you try to not wonder what they are....
Not everything that moves about at night on the mountain is wild, but many are.
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