The Bosselman's truckstop is only a mile away from a state recreation area. My legs were still a bit sore from yesterday's run, but I ran over to the park, to the end of the lake, and back to the truckstop. 2.4 miles, two chigger bites, one appreciative glance from a girl in a pickup with low standards, and a partridge in a pear tree.
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