Moose and Ink

It’s not a stretch to say that runners see the world differently.

We have a tendency to go off the path or maybe visit it at an ungodly early/late hour, when the weather is terrible or generally just when no one else with an ounce of sanity is anywhere around.

Their loss, I say.

Lately, Steph and I have alternated our long runs so that while one runs, the other acts as a sag wagon.  For instance, I ran on Saturday while she biked along with water and Gatorade.  On Sunday, I repaid the favor.  I also brought a camera along.

All the pictures (after the break to save on load times for those with RSS feeds) were taken on the Trout Run Trail around Decorah.

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