~4.2 mi @ ~11.8 min/mi

"Is that ice on your beard, or ...?" asks Cait, peering at a shiny chin. West winds with temps falling into the upper teens make for chilly body parts, both mentionable and un. Kristin leads the Dawn Patrol on a frosty loop around Pimmit Hills. A full moon glimmers like a pearl, entering the Earth's shadow as it sets behind thin clouds.

(trackfile) - ^z - 2018-03-01