Every year and about this time of the year I find it necessary to disprove that I will never again run there and back and climb Church Mountain (bare foot). And so, the weather being clement, yesterday I headed that way. It's not much of a climb but when you add getting there and getting back... So as not to be late for dinner I had to push myself - didn't even stop at the summit - and once home I was pretty tired and aching and thirsty. But I did it! I'm not totally decrepit yet!
Stats: 14.5 miles, average speed moving 4.0mph, maximum altitude 538m.
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| Our lake in the distance |
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| Other People on the ruins |
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| Me |
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| Wayside Celandines |
Celandines always remind me of my mother. We were having a picnic or perhaps just a snack on the triangle of land in the centre of the map below. I must have been very young and I guess my older sister was there too. Very proud of my horticultural knowledge I pointed out the buttercups only to be told by my mother that they were celandines. From that moment on I have always loved celandines for the memory but regarded them inferior to buttercups.
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