Frosty Trails Romp.

On Sunday morning, I got a ride with Norma and Zaryn as Zaryn is headed to the airport to fly to England to visit his boyfriend, Jack. It was frosty and below zero, so I dressed warmly for my run through Pondwood and the Bog, stopping often to take photos of the frosted landscape. While running, I reflected on Zaryn’s trip, conversations about early computer games using magnetic tape, and my brewing process for a new batch of beer. As I approached the meadows near Mount Douglas, I realized I was close to meeting my calorie-burning goal, wrapping up my frosty morning adventure.