Training Log Archive: Swampfox

Ran mucho snowo (snow-o?) todayo, though it wasn't that longo. Still lots of snow in the hills, melting fast, and water was everywhere there wasn't snow. Given what the weather gods have whispered in my ears about tomorrow, by the time another 24 hours have trickled by, nearly all the new snow should be gone, at least all of it that can be touched by sun. And if the sun reached out and touched me, I would be gone, too.

I have a feeling that this big late snow may have been just enough to salvage the mosquito season. So happiness!!!

Better late than never: all this time I never knew why it was called "Smells Like Teen Spirit", but now I do.

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