I managed to squeeze in an overnight at Roundrock over the Labor Day weekend, but, of course, I couldn’t let it interfere with my running schedule. So on Sunday morning — early Sunday morning — before we left, I laced up and headed out, grabbing 6+ miles on deserted suburban streets.
Then on Monday evening, after returning to faraway suburbia, I saw a window of opportunity and laced up again, grabbing 5+ miles on the biking trail that runs through my neighborhood. I know. Obsessive to the point of dubious sanity.
We didn’t do much at the cabin besides swim, sit in the comfy chairs on the shady porch overlooking the sparkling lake, drink beer around the campfire, and somehow sleep twelve hours straight!
As for the photo above, it is apropos of nothing. I just liked the odd base of the trunk.