Boulder Run

A boulder, about the size and shape of one of your hands grasping a fist, was on the trail hiding under dry leaves. I accidentally kicked it as I passed by. This set it into motion. Slowly it rolled down this hill behind me. I heard it thumping the ground and picking up speed. I turn to look at it as I ran, so it wouldn't collide with the heal of my foot or cause me to trip. I don't know why I'm telling you this, but for the briefest of moments, my life was exactly like Indiana Jones.

Actually the real reason I stopped to write a post was so I could tell you about today's milestone: 1,500 miles!