It all began with the wind...at mile marker 305. We were racing to the top of the mountain screaming at the skies to reach the moon before the sunrise! Along the way the swift eagle rose to meet our expectations, the scurrying flying squirrel took fast to the wind, while his friend the bear watched from his breathless peak with wisdom from his many years! We yearned for the longing of rushing waters around us. At last we ended as the sun and moon met around us and the thought of many runs to come fluttered our minds with wonder.
Caroline, Brittany, Christine