This was part of my run back to my hotel.....the run up the hill was a bit harder:
The leaves were an explosion of colors, the weather a bit rainy and cold....what you see in some photos is not fog or smoke, it is my breath.
You can't stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes. - Look who's in January's issue in Runners world ? Life is pretty damn stink'n good! Wouldn't you agree TruMan ?