My Journal about Running, Outdoor Adventures, Birding, Wildlife, and Parrots
Diffuse light finds its way through pinhole tears in the drab brown curtains. The sun has found its way above the buttes to the east, but the hint of smoke from distant fires cloaks its full brilliance. The dilapidated paneled room is cold. The Budgerigars …
The twenty-first week of two thousand sixteen was much like the preceding weeks, five days of relative monotony followed by a weekend of adventure. However, I did focus my week on hitting as many trails in Shoreline as possible. A run at Boeing Creek Park …