The hill climbed, weaving this way and that, consistently for about a mile. Elevation gain wasn’t too steep but certainly enough to bring us above where we started the run by a few hundred feet. Through single and double track, we followed the lead of this opening through nature. Then there it was, sneaking out through a clearing in the beginning of the descent to where we came from; Boston twinkling in the afternoon. At first we didn’t notice, as the trail led downwards, but when it grabbed us it was all we could do to not stop running. The beauty of seeing something so large, grandiose and modernly technological as a backdrop so clearly prominent during a run through heavy woods is sublime.
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