In the process of moving, I confront just how tightly enmeshed my life has become with the backyard woods of Forest Park, and realize that she might need me to stick around.
“A town is saved, not more by the righteous men in it than by the woods and swamps that surround it.” – Henry David Thoreau
I lay there in the snow, barely conscious. The winter wonderland that once constituted a short visit to this backyard forest has become a dark, cold and formidable opponent. Howling wind. Crashing snow. And the loud cry of my throbbing, swollen kneecap.
All photos: Glenn Tachiyama
RD gets a flat tire. Race runs late. People thrown off of pre-race rhythms and rituals. A twinge of tension, anticipation and confusion. Alas, James Varner shows up in good form, standard ear-to-ear grin in tow.
And so, the hunt for the finish line commences…