In spite of the gorgeous weather, there was almost no one out on the trail. My mind turned to stories, to conversations with imaginary characters. Not to boast, but I'm seriously witty when the dialogue is entirely in my head.
No wild adventures this go 'round. No hidden frog. No surprise snake. No sassy older ladies rocking the ski poles. Just me and the woods and the wind and imagined bears at every turn. Good times.