Dr. Dirt

Grumbling, I wiggle and stomp my feet into filthy, dirt encrusted sneakers while questioning my intent for a trail run.  Mud chunks slab off the uppers like glaciers calving into the ocean.  With each step, dust and dirt fall to the ground and I'm highly annoyed by the mess that usually is ignored. For whatever reason, today I am Mr. Cranky Pants.

I Deserved It

Fresh snowfall piled heavy on limbs and smothered the ground in a thick layer of fluff.  Getting a late start, other trail users had already pounded a worn path through the powder, to include fat-tired mountain bikes.