Overworked, lacking sleep (blame it all on the flu putting me way behind), I pushed on, turned in my projects at 3, grabbed the guest dog and hit some thawed-out, muddy running trails. Thirty-minute fix to everything. Followed it up with a bouldering session and I am a restored woman.
Sun breaking on Missoula.
Snow raging in the high country today, with high avalanche danger. Down in the valley, rain prevails. But dog sitting for a border collie is a good motivator for a walk, hood cinched tight.
Rupert, wet and wind blown.
After being sidelined for two weeks with a stubborn flu virus, I finally got out today for a few laps up at Lolo. Lungs still aren’t in top form, but it’s not proper to complain when you have blue skies, fresh powder, and the mountains.
New snow, skis on said snow, and light–as brief as it may be.
Winter arrives in the Lamar Valley, Yellowstone National Park. The crowds gone; just the sound of bison chewing grass and the December wind.
November evening #run #missoula #trailrunning
After the rain. Northeast Kingdom, Vermont.
Indian Creek: where the cell phone says no service, the lines redefine aesthetic, and drawing blood is a rite of passage.
Snuck in a few glorious sunny November days at the climbing walls in Indian Creek, Utah. Brain reset. Body still recovering.
Weather arriving in the Canyonlands and this raven decided to drop in for a word with Don.