A Snowy Trail Run, in Pictures

Yesterday the dogs and I both needed some exercise. So we fought the good fight against the white snow of death and went to Bakers Ridge and slogged about (aboat for my Canadian reader(s)) and got muddy, snowy, tired, and happy. From A to Zed it was a good time and my toque worked perfectly.

Running with my dogs always makes me feel like a slow, clumsy, inferior species.

It also reminds me that exercise is play, mud is fun, and that a good face-licking is never a bad idea.

It took me about an hour and a half to get out, run for nearly an hour, make a stop at Kroger for some missing ingredients, and get home. Probably a better way to spend some time than watching "The Spy Next Door" which is what I was up to before I left.