A new trail.
A new trail named Cody's Run.
I didn't bushwhack this trail. Kara didn't bushwhack it. Presumably some folks from The Fellowship of the Wheel did it. (And did a great job. The trail is gorgeous. Wide, smooth, lovely hills, beautiful wooden bridges... it was a joy to run on it.)
But how amazing is it that Cody died less than two months ago and now there is a trail named after him? Cody, who spent countless hours running at Mud Pond, who loved our runs as much as us humans did?
|I wish I had a picture of Cody running, but this Cody-as-reindeer will have to do. Those eyes say it all anyway...|
Anyway, I just had to post this. The coincidence of this trail being built now brings me such happiness. I savor the ability I have to draw connections... to thread the trail to the dog to me... to make meaning out of the way they all interact.
Landscape is, indeed, a living, changing, connecting thing.