I was sneaking in a quick rocky trail run friday evening before dark. I had just crossed over a big trail junction and I was scouting for a place to nitrogen fix some native vegetation, when I saw a penny there on the ground. It was clearly not just any penny, it had some gravitas. I picked it up and was delighted to find the following:
I would like to think that it had been buried underneath the trail for the last 50 odd years, only recently uncovered by the strong thunderstorms we have been having. More likely it was someone's lucky penny that they dropped during whatever event they were running on the perimeter trail that evening.
It was not really my lucky penny as a short mile later I bit it hard running down the trail, I rolled well and saved myslef from major contusions, but did throw my hip out of joint. It is better now. I did not drop the penny though, despite rolling over and ending up on my back with my head pointed down trail. Take that unlucky penny.
This is the third wheatback that Elena and I have found in the last month, the other two in returned change...
I went back to the mountain, part one.
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