I feel like I absolutely flew up the mountain without the extra 20 lbs (Astrid + the backpack). I felt as light as a feather...
...and I ran down through the woods and out the fire road back to the car. It was so much fun. I felt so strong and free and peaceful...but there was something missing (or, should I say...someone)...(as you can see from the photo below...oh my gosh, I'm never going to be the same again!)
There was a group of mountain bikers on Crazy Canyon Road - a man and his three sons....the littlest one was on a tandem with him. It was so precious....I imagine that will be us in a few short years.
I was comforted through the woods to hear their tags clinking together, my feet pounding the trail in a deep earthy drumbeat, and the sound of my own breathing. All together this was quite a rhythym section.
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for the GAZILLIONTH time, Elizabeth, you inspire me! I feel the joy and the beauty and the freedom of your run up Sentinel!!! Have a safe journey back to Maine with your family....Happy Thanksgiving and I hope we get to see you and Jeff and Astrid before you head back home...:) Love, Sue
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