According to the weatherman, the dregs of Hurricane Irma should have hampered this morning’s walk, so I was pleasantly surprised to see no rain, just huge dark clouds overhead. They were rather ominous looking, so I grabbed the umbrella before heading out. After weeks of chilly weather, warmer temps have clawed their way back and it was muggy as well, so I shucked my jacket and looped it around my waist before I was halfway to the Park.
On my mind this morning was reaching 655 miles, leaving me just 100 miles to reach my 2017 goal – all miles thereafter are just gravy, as the expression goes.
By the time I got to Council Point Park, less than one mile away, I was surprised to see the sky was not dark at all at that venue. In fact, the sky was a beautiful blue, marred only by a single contrail in an otherwise flawless sky. By the time I finished the first loop, that contrail was a pale image in the sky, soon to be replaced by the largest contingent of Canada Geese I’ve ever seen. They flew in perfect V-formation and the oddest thing was, had I not been looking up at the sky, I would not have known they were there. Usually, their incessant honking heralds their arrival, but this flock of geese was so synchronized and soundless, I was in awe of them, and it really was a beautiful scene to behold.
Now, I must set my sights on reaching the final goal and I don’t think it will be that difficult. The long-range weather forecast has been accurate thus far – a very dry September with cooler temps. October is supposed to be rainy, but once we get into October, the sun is not around as many hours, so it becomes more difficult to get longer walks accomplished in the morning, or even after work, so those mile-making treks are relegated to the weekend only.
But, I am confident I’ll get ‘er done – now, onward and upward, with stats that are soaring like that plane headed into the wild blue yonder.