Couple of squashed squirrels, new since Tuesday. Actually, most of Tuesday's count has vanished, although one gray patch of fur may date back to that.
If curses have effect, a couple of truckers will become roadkill in some tidy, no-innocents-involved fashion. They couldn't wait a few seconds until we reached the top of that hill, had to pass right now! Blind. On a section of road with no paved shoulder.
May they be reincarnated endlessly as armadillos in the middle of a Texas interstate highway.
As per previous post, the weather has improved. A little more wind than I'd prefer, but that's life. Queen Anne's lace blooming.
15.29 miles, 1:09:03