11/24/11
The trail traveled through the woods criss-crossed with puddles of cold muddy brown fluid. Easily ambling away from dangerous crossings we stay dry and pour into the cranberry bog that lays about a mile behind Colin’s house. We travel in and around the bogs gathering minutes of easy running in the warm sun that blankets this area roughly the size of five or six football fields. A beautiful cranberry cultivation with perimeter paths, so often traveled during various outings around which to run through is not permitted or even feasible, this time taking thankful runners towards a Turkey dinner; Thanksgiving Day snapshot of a runner.
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