Still, several of us continue to run on our own "unofficially," in pairs, or in a larger group on Saturday mornings with appropriate social distancing. Martha and I, Art and Vicki, Fred, Tom and Debbie, and Karen are all regulars. The Club is still out there on the internet, too, so visitors continue to find us, which I have always particularly enjoyed. We have met some very interesting runners over the years and continue to do so. "I'm coming to Highlands for a week; do you know where I can run?" a complete stranger will ask in an e-mail, and most of the time a friendly runner will show up on a Saturday and we can have the opportunity of running a few miles together.
This week, a young woman named Mary wrote such an e-mail, and she arrived on Saturday morning accompanied by her identical twin sister Susannah and their dad, John, who was a very accomplished marathon runner. What a pleasure it is to run with new friends and to show them our usual running routes! Karen and Fred were there, and we all started out on the regular three-mile loop, talking about anything and everything the whole time. The twins had just graduated from Furman University, and Mary was training for the Chicago Marathon, keeping her fingers crossed that it would be held. So many races have been cancelled this year due to the pandemic, including the famous Peachtree Road Race in Atlanta, which has taken place on this day since 1970 and has been completed by several of our runners.
The Fourth of July fireworks had been cancelled for this evening, but the streets were still filled with visitors and traffic was heavy for Highlands. We decided to spend the evening quietly at home, enjoying one of my favorite dinners, Martha's recipe of salmon with peaches and mint over couscous and sugar snap peas. It tasted especially delicious after eight miles! And on our own private dining room deck.
We sometimes wonder why so many people never use their deck for dinner. There is nothing like al fresco dining here in Highlands, surrounded by the heavy fragrance of rhododendron blooming in such great profusion - like little explosions of fireworks - all around us, watching the sun disappear behind the trees across the road.
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