With all the rain that came through last week, it was a little depressing. We live in Tahoe, with over 300 days of sunshine a year, and 10 days in a row of rain was really pushing it. But when the sun did finally come out, it was heavenly. The forest was awake, and I got to take the dog on a run. We started out thinking that we would just go a couple miles, just to dust off the cob-webs. But 8.5 miles later we were both blissfully spent and back at the car. It was like the forest was too pretty to stop running. I know that sounds a little like Forest Gump, but it was true, and everyone that we stopped to chat with had the same thought.