This morning when I went for a run, I found a dry(ish) creek bed up the road from our (temporary) beach house and decided to run on that, which led me to this:
Someone must have gone through a lot of effort to get that there, as the area is heavily wooded. If you were much taller than me, you’d probably be running into branches as you went along, though clearly that wasn’t a problem for me.
It wasn’t a problem for the mosquitoes, either, who seemed fond of the dry(ish) creek bed. They seemed fond of me as well. It would be just my luck to contract malaria in Maine.