Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

Wedding canyon is a challenging trail. Even more  so when you’re running it. Peeps were out, I had a nice phone chat with my sister, Wendy. And I took some time in the shadow of the monolithic Independence Monument so meditate and think.

On the way down I was passed by another runner, as I was pinning my hair up out of my face. I took it as a challenge. I chased him down, and passed him.  Until the final climb, when he passed me again. I chatted with him a bit at the parking lot and was reminded of why I love the Grand Valley so much- because people are just like that here: Friendly.

Oh, and did I mention it was a little cold, but incredibly beautiful!

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