Mud, Love, Loss, Guns, and of course Poetry.

This past week I ran my first 5 mile trail run called the "Dirt Dash" with the X-Dogs. I've never had more fun running through the woods!  I came in (drum roll) next -to-last! Which means I was not DFL (dead fucking last.)  And only 32 minutes behind my friend Brad. That's not too shabby!  The course was so muddy my shoe got sucked off at one point, but I remained steady.  My recent yoga training came in very handy. Balance was key to not falling face first in the mud!

 

I also got an amazing invitation to spend a few days at a cabin in Government Camp. Can you even believe that there is a place in Oregon called Government Camp? Right next to ZigZag, Oregon?? Which is actually a city in Oregon. I mean really...what are the odds of my name being ZIgZag AND I live near ZigZag, Oregon. Come on....that's just fucking weird. I'm proof that God loves to play tricks. 

I digress.

I spent 4 days up on Mt. Hood and it just happen to snow 30 inches!  There is nothing more cleansing, more peaceful, and more calming than the falling snow. BEHOLD:

 

 

We almost missed the trail to Trillium Lake...

 

We blazed the trail!

Look at his mutant hands! ....you know what they say...

Daniel Flynn. Best Yoga Teacher EVAR! he even made me do yoga in the snow.
Down dog will never be the same.

Rumi looks so tough. Don't mess with ma dog.

 

   
This has to be the most unsteady, choppy video I've ever made.
But hey, the snow was yummy.

And now for today's poem.....

 

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Comments

[Mike]

Thank you for sharing the gun story. It reminded me of my grandfather and dad at the same time. I miss the hell out of both of them as I'm sure you do yours.

[zigzag]

Thanks for commenting. It's great to know others share similar memories. =)