I can see my breath as clouds in an unnamed place on the Applegate Emigrant Trail, somewhere between the Nevada Ghost town Vya and distant Denio. These are the spaces that I have come to love— not only because they are vast and mysterious in their silent histories, or loud with spaces in the histories they omit, but because they ask silent questions of us when we are fully present within them.
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Once again, I set myself up for a “big” Saturday. The plan? Wake up at 4 a.m. to hit the Emigrant Trail outside of Truckee for my longest run to date since 2015 or so (15 miles) where I’d meet my friend for a mountain bike ride on that same trail (17.82 miles total) to help break in her new mountain bike and to introduce her to the world of single-track trails. So, I started running on a trail blazed in orange light and another topic came to mnd that is relevant to this long day of mine insofar as it relates to how I understand the world, and how I want to go about facing the challenges that come up in life from time to time.
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