3.1 miles
2 trails
54 degrees / drizzle
Wow, so much yellow. Full fall color, I think. I was sore this morning from my run yesterday, but glad I went out to be with all of this beautiful color!
I listened to a playlist, then took out my headphones while I was on the Winchell Trail, then put the playlist back in for the last mile. Ended the run with the theme to Rocky — not on purpose; it happened to come up on shuffle.
Smelled the sewer, heard the limestone dripping, called out right behind you several times. Thought (again) about stopping at the overlook to take a picture of the wonderful view of the river, but didn’t. Instead, I stopped at the entrance to the Winchell Trail and took this shot:
10 Things
- 4 or 5 stones still stacked on the ancient boulder
- the floodplain forest is almost all yellow
- the sewer gas from below smelled sour and unpleasant
- a Minneapolis Park truck was parked in the grass above the gravel trail that descends through the ravine — are they planning to clear out more dead limbs below?
- encounter 1: 2 people with 2 big black dogs on the Winchell trail — right behind you / sorry / no worries. It’s a beautiful morning!
- encounter 2: a man with his dog — right behind you / no words, but he moved over slightly / thanks!
- the “edge of the world” was mostly bare, with only a few streaks of yellow left
- avoiding roots on the dirt trail next to edmund, imagining that I was doing agility drills
- taking off my pink jacket at the bottom of the 38th street steps
- encounter 3: 2 different people with dogs, or a dog?, bypassing the steps and continuing on the dirt trail to the oak savanna