A trail runs through it.

The Portneuf River went by our house. It was a long time ago. The river is not the same anymore and I can say that with some conviction even though I have not seen it for probably 10 years or so. I was indeed much like this picture once, and the few times I went on a raft or fished in it or just walked along side it are times I recall pretty well. About 48 years ago I met my best friend for the first time in a high school not too far away. Most everything else has changed it seems. I look at her blog and it seems to deal with each days events in the most interesting way. My attempts at blogs usually fails, as this one has already, to look very closely at the "day". I prefer to look back or maybe within or to try to figure out what I have learned. I suppose one advantage of that approach is that the picture of the "river" can be used over a few times because it fits into very different thought patterns at different times. Unlike the "river" the "trail" in Millcreek is one that I ran many many times over a lot of years. I think of those times often. That trail is not as different as the one I will start out on in a few minutes in some ways. You will have to look up to find a most unique "blue sky". Likewise you will have to look up to see some interesting mountains. Different but the same. Coming home from the run I will find the friend of many years. Three trails and paths to write about, I suppose.