Storytime: Last Saturday afternoon I went on a run on a path by the creek. As I was walking to the path I saw movement from the corner of my eye. It was a hawk with one foot possessively on a dead songbird. It gave me the stink eye a few seconds and flew off with its lunch.

We had heavy rain that morning and the creek was almost 10 ft higher than usual. It was about 65 degrees and 95% humidity. I ate too much pizza for lunch so to avoid pizza burps I kept running slower and slower until a mile in I was joking slower than a fast walk. For the next hour almost I just jogged occasionally and stared at the creek mostly.

The sky cleared for a few minutes, and if I had my phone I would have taken a picture for the reflections photo thread -- blue sky and white clouds reflected off muddy water.

The rain last week caused a higher flood, I saw a 2X4 dangling from a tree, way above Saturday's flood.

I saw at least a hundred squirrels.

After a while I wandered onto a dirt path through the bushes that overlooked some rapids. It had a small clearing full of beer bottles. After watching a few minutes a guy walked up the path behind me and was startled to see anyone there. He was wearing a blue button down shirt and matching purple velvet pants and shoes and he reeked of weed. After some comments about the rain and flood I guess he decided a sweaty runner wandering through the bushes was probably harmless and lit a joint.