Your singletrack can never be too skinny

Dear Talepop,

You are my longest, unbroken trail romance since Rocky Oaks. I couldn't wait to see you this morning. I took special care getting ready today because I didn't want to carry any water but I wanted a nice long run. So I hydrated the night before and got up early and hydrated some more. And I wore my new leggings. They are graphic and bold and full length. I knew you would be overgrown with your billowy tall golden grasses where ticks might be trying to hitch a ride. So I wore long leggings, full sleeves and a hat (I heard that ticks also dive bomb from trees - Mary likes to scare me that way). I covered up and headed out. It was early morning and everything was covered with a light mist of dew which I collected as I ran through your overgrown, barely visible singletrack. You usually have a delightful surprise at the top of the climb. Purple lupine or yellow mustard or white dandelions. But all the flowers are gone now. Instead you presented a lovely view of your skinny singletrack unfolding into the distance against a backdrop of low fog.