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This happened to me several years ago. I had decided to jog around a lake in a nearby forest preserve one cool, misty fall morning, as I'd done several times before.
The lake isn't huge, but probably running all around it, it's close to a mile. It has a crushed gravel path around it, surrounded by a main road on one side, and forest on the other three sides.
It was probably around 7 or so in the morning, the preserve had just opened, and I'd jogged once around the lake already and was midway through the second time around, when I was jogging past a small clearing where a muddy path led into the woods.
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This happened to me several years ago. I had decided to jog around a lake in a nearby forest preserve one cool, misty fall morning, as I'd done several times before.
The lake isn't huge, but probably running all around it, it's close to a mile. It has a crushed gravel path around it, surrounded by a main road on one side, and forest on the other three sides.
It was probably around 7 or so in the morning, the preserve had just opened, and I'd jogged once around the lake already and was midway through the second time around, when I was jogging past a small clearing where a muddy path led into the woods.
Link is dead. See post below for complete text.
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