When I was a wee slip of a lad, not yet a Jogger at all, my father used to go off to Isle Royale National Park camping. He'd come back with grainy black-and-white photos, and he'd always claim that there was a moose in them. "See that rock? There's a moose behind it....Just before I took this photo, the moose wandered out of the frame." So, this one is for you, Dad.
These moose live in Jordanelle State Park, in the Heber Valley.
I ran just three miles this morning. Mrs. Jogger had to get out early, so I had to be home and showered to get the kids out the door. But it was a good three miles, and I'm feeling OK this evening. I'm ready for a weekend. More than ready.
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