|Two big bucks amble through the woods on a frigid-blustery Sunday morning. As Barry Smith and I approach, the stags race across a tributary stream of Sligo Creek to escape.|
Temps are in the mid-20s and wind gusts in the 30s, making for chill index in the teens and watery eyes — brrrrrr! My zig-zag path home explores old neighborhood streets just inside the Beltway to add a bit of mileage.
^z - 2013-12-15