When night was drawing near, I ran down the flowery slopes exhilarated, thanking God for the gift of this great day. The setting sun fired the clouds. All the world seemed new-born. Every thing, even the commonest, was seen in the new light and was looked at with new interest as if never seen before. ~ John Muir
Thanksgiving day run -- 2x The Priest, once with Antoinette, once alone (~15mi, 6,400')
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The Priest, from VA56 |
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summit meadow, with a light dusting of snow |
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hello summit |
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plummeting down the Priest in 27min has it's downsides |
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