The weather may be less than delightful, but the trails are pretty quiet when it’s raining. A few die-hards, those who ply the forest on a regular basis, locals. Most are out walking their dog, on a run, or taking a walk to enjoy the environment. Many of them are familiar. A nod, a smile, a brief greeting as we pass each other. Sometimes we pass each other several times as we each navigate the many trails in our own, self-defined, pattern. Will I go up the stairs and down the hill, or up the hill and down the stairs. Either way has both an up and a down, neither really any easier than the other. Pick a route, go with it, enjoy the semi-solitude, pause at the middle of the dam and look down at the water rushing below your feet. This is home, this is my backyard, this is a pretty amazing place, no matter the weather.
