Dimple Dell Gully A new trail to me, so I took a couple of wrong turns and had a false start. Ran after dark with no headlamp. Light pollution is good for something. On the return half as I ran past 24 Hour Fitness, I detected the distinct strong odor of marijuana hanging in the air from somewhere very close to the trail. A few strides more and I looked back to see a trio of priest-age boys huddled together near the dumpster. How romantic youth is. I quickly had a thought that I might go beg a toke to help my sore joints and calf muscles, then quickly dismissed the thought. |