The Short Route

Ran what shall come to be known as "The Short Route" with Iris and Murdoch this morning. It can start off in one of two main ways: down the hill to 29th and across the 15th St. bridge, or down 32nd to the 20th St. bridge. Then, it's either north or south, respectively on the Platte bike path, and up whichever way we did not come down. The distance is laughably small, except for the minimalist runner. Ever mindful of the Doggie Police, especially on a Saturday, albeit a somewhat bleak and overcast one, I allowed Murdoch to float tethered for a few moments at one of the artificial rock outcroppings. Iris disdained the opportunity. Miranda looked at this blog, pronounced it "cute," and asked me if I expected anyone other than those I told about it ever to view it. The forthrightness of the young.