Old friends.

Trails, that is. My run at Bear Creek yesterday took me down a trail that has been closed since the big floods last September. As I ran along the creek, many of the trees are still alive, but many are not. Some of the smaller ones are brittle and I think they met their demise under tens of feet of water. But many of the large ones, that still had their tops above the high water line, will live on. And I'm glad.

Almost all of the trails are back open, save for just a few. I'm waiting on those old friends as well.

This is the cottonwood trail, one of many back open...