Right across the street from our summer cabin is a little pine barrens preserve. I've been running more and more this year, so a few mornings of vacation, I knocked out a few miles on the trails and old logging roads. One morning was particularly still and lovely as we skipped through the wet blueberry bushes.
Of course, the bear scat I found a few minutes later had me hightailing it back in the opposite direction, but it was a lovely morning nonetheless.
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