It’s a rare day that I am the first person to put my footprints on a path frequented by dog walkers and joggers, but it happened this morning.
Dave and I arrived in Denver last night and woke to a light dusting of snow. The temperature was a chilly twenty degrees, but the sun was shining brightly compelling me to take a walk along the dry Willow Creek while Dave did his jobsite review.
Overhead a flock of Canada geese was flying south in formation and I noticed small paw prints on the trail. I wasn’t the first creature out and about after all.
I enjoyed reading your post about your early morning walk in Centennial.
Brrrr…don’t know that I’d be compelled to get out with it that cold, sun or not! You can say now that you are a trailblazer of sorts!!
I am such a wuss about being cold, but for some reason I never even felt it–I walked very fast!