|An office park in West Des Moines. My sources weren't kidding when they said this was the nice part of town ...|
On the same route, if not the same run, it wasn't just the humidity making me think of the tropics and tropical drinks.
|This is actually someone's house in West Des Moines. Makes our summertime Christmas lights seem a lot more subdued and less of a statement.|
Can you guess what this is? Nope, it's not old carpeting. It's grass, on some stretch of land not owned by a business with money and water to spare on sprinklers.
|A much better picture of drought than the one I took the prior week.|
By far the scariest thing I've encountered on a run, including silent Lance Armstrongs: a possum.
|Wild animals definitely have the right of way on rec paths. I yielded at a safe distance, hence the blurriness of the photo.|
And of course there were Wednesday night's storm clouds, if you didn't catch my tale of daring ... or, rather, my tale of underpreparation and some darn good luck.