A Run. In Pants.

We waited until the thermometer hit 30°F before we ventured out for a long run with my cousin Chris. California has made us cold-wimps.

Boat docks - no water.

Safety first - we glow!

Lake in the summer, bog in the winter.

Creek that feeds the lake.

My favorite barn on the run.

Tomorrow's run will take place at sunrise. This means colder. Bring on the layers!