Location: Hogback Mountain, Montville
Weather: Fog, mostly misting with a little bit of light rain tossed in for good measure, about 60 degrees
Observation: It’s springtime in Maine and I love the weather, especially rain. I hit the trails after work to feed the soul and move my body. I got more from my run then I could have imagined to ask for as I made 609 foot climb. Crossing creeks, slowing so that I wouldn’t slip on the wood soaked planks. Mud. Downed trees. One really, really big one. Green moss popping all around and the free of early spring growth. Deer bounding away from me, and me trying to mimic their movement. The various fragrance of forest, plant, flower, sap, dirt.
But then, after climbing and weaving along I came out of the trees and stopped dead in my tracks. This view. I leapt for joy and marveled at the opportunity to be here where I was at that moment. Thank you Mother Nature. Thank you Universe. I stopped longer than normal even though I was wet and hot and soon to be cool. I have this weird body thing that once I get really into a groove running, after my body temperature peaks, it plummets quickly. So I have learned to carry a layer. I have decided that moisture management is an art and a science. It’s a liberal arts education for which I happily choose to be a student.