Last night a thunderstorm woke me up. Or maybe it was Miss Sadie, shoving her nose under the covers. She does not like thunderstorms. Well nuts, I thought. This is going to make for a gloomy little 5k. But what the heck. I patted a corner of the bed for Miss Sadie, rolled over, and went back to sleep. This morning I woke up again—thank goodness, at my advanced age you can never be sure of these things—and it was foggy. Then it rained. Then the sun came out, and emails came in from various quarters, and the next thing you know, there we were, assembling at the Day Park.
The forecast for our 5k was not good. Thunderstorms. Ew. So here's how it's gone this morning:
It's northern Michigan. We delight in whatever spring we get.
I've been arguing that the best way to fight invasive species is to eat them. I mean that we--people--should eat them. I'm opposed to bringing in exotic things that will eat the exotic pests because once they've done the job, well, what will they eat next?
I think the best route for the Don Gould Memorial 5k Walk runs from the Day Park to the Nature Preserve and up the beach to Eden Shores, with a shuttle back to the Day Park. Maybe I'll start practicing The Happy Wanderer. Val-deriiiiii, Val-deraaaaa . . .
Don Gould died on Friday, April 1, 2011, full of years and love. I went to tell the chipmunks, but they already knew.
April 10, 2011
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