Blacktail Deer Plateau We're in the homestretch of the hard times

Rosalyn stretched, luxuriously, and felt a knot of tension loosen along the lower part of her spine.  She'd settled for a nap alongside the frozen stream, but it was time to move, and a jog would serve well to take the chill ache from her bones.

She smiled as she began to run, fast at first, then a settled mile-eating pace.  Today she'd found to be a good one, and her heart felt light with the mid-morning sun filtering over the landscape.