forest run 2:00:00 [3]
In the middle of the woods, about at the spot that was equidistant from any trail I found a pair of nearly new sunglasses. They blended into the leaves and dirt almost to the point of invisibility. Somehow I found them. Putting them in the small hip bag I carry I started running again. I was, however, distracted by the circumstances of how those glasses ended up in such a remote place. Then I thought about those burial stones on the Laramie ridge, the ones that mark the resting place of a beloved family pet. then I thought about a friend who seeded the shore of a New Hampshire lake with the ashes of her father. Would my family set my remains way out here in the woods? I imagined a lot of complaints about how far they had to travel just to visit.
