Sunday, December 2, 2012
Just for the Run of It. . . .
So drenched was I, in fact, that when I stepped into my running shoes on Saturday morning, there was still a slight squelch factor.
here, but there's always something new on this route . . Here's a closer view of the hand-painted leaves I spotted on the tree at Hallelujah Point, one of my favourite parts of this run (and I explain its fabulous name in this post)
From the top, the photos show you a couple of high tide scenes, one punctuated by the cleverly balanced rocks, inukshuk-style, that have become such a typical aspect of West Coast beach scenes. This one was above water when I ran by it on Friday morning; Saturday, it's almost submerged.
The photo of the child's toy was taken by a water fountain I stopped at along the way. Again, it was there both Friday morning, and then again on Saturday, so I suppose there's not much chance anyone will drive back to retrieve it. The flower was there both days as well -- don't you want to invent a story about the little one who put both down for a moment?
And finally, below, this bench, at my last water station break before leaving the park, tempted me to sit for a moment. I resisted, but
Hope you enjoyed running along with me. . . today we've got separate dates with both granddaughters and their parents, and then I'll be heading back home, my first stack of papers halfway marked, a week of marking and meetings and marking and meetings ahead. Last night we dressed up to see The Pirates of Penzance and I got Pater to snap a photo or two, so perhaps I'll post those tomorrow. Meanwhile, enjoy what's left of your weekend!