Thursday, September 29, 2011

The Echo of Weedwackers

As I ran through the morning mist, the echo of powertools filtered through the trees...the weedwacking has begun!!



Everywhere I turn, the tall brush is being laid to rest for the reason. Bushwacking through trails has become dangerous as dried cut wild grasses turn into harsh weapons against your legs.


But they are laying down a bed that will cushion the layer of snow that rumor has it will begin on Saturday night!


One can only hope :)


But this morning was all about fall. Try running on rocky, rooty trails where you can't actually see the rocks and the roots - only w beautiful layer of multi colored leaves as they fall off the trees.


You hope that you remember where the tricky spots are, where the super squishy parts are, where the slick parts are...


...and you hope that you don't sink into the mud and leave a telling print of your five-fingers for Rosey to find when they clear the mountain bike trails next spring...


So then you think, maybe I should just step on the rocks...


...but then you slip off on a diagonal and go flying onto your hands and knees off the trails...sweet...


...and all the while Vespi is just looking at you and tisk-tisking, wondering why you can't stay on your feet, silly human...


...but you're up again and onto your feet, listening to the crunch, crunch of the leaves under your feet and the whirr of weedwackers in the distance...


...And you just KNOW that winter can't be too far behind :)

May You Find the Spirit of the Mountains Within You,
FemaleSkiBum :)

Location:Killington, VT

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