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| The view on the way to the lake. The trees opened up, and it was like magic. |
Sometimes these running shoes of mine becoming hiking shoes (or even strolling shoes). I mean, I could run up to Dog Lake in Millcreek Canyon, but there are tree roots and I'm fundamentally clumsy. True story. I can trip on anything or nothing—usually nothing. Running on a paved path is hard enough without having to dodge rocks. On hiking trails, you actually have to watch your feet at all times, and I get distracted by the scenery.
In this case, the scenery was a ton of cute dogs. The lake was like a little dog oasis. In fact, there were so many dogs that I thought, "What if I just grab one? Who'd notice?" Not that I'd actually steal a dog. That's wrong...
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| Dog Lake. I caught the lake in a rare moment without dogs thrashing around in it (or trying to drag tree-sized "sticks" out of it for their owners). |
