With all the stress from last week, both nationally and in my own life, Friday morning I loaded Langley up in my Jeep and the two of us headed for Mt. Kessler, just a couple miles south of town and home to our favorite hiking and running trails. It was one of those days where the sun made the woods glow and the shadows seemed to take on a life of their own. We hiked further than we usually do when we go out there to run the trails, this time descending the other side of the mountain, down trails that we hadn't taken before, around curves to see what lay ahead of us, the little voice in my head urging me forward out of sheer curiousity, the two of us only turning back when our water supply started getting low and Langley began trotting at my heels instead of blazing the path ahead of us.
Whenever she drops behind, then I know she's finally worn herself out and that it's time to head back to the car.
So, that's what we did.