The tracks were still pretty damp this morning, but everything smelt wonderful. I nearly was able to pretend that we had this part of Griffith Park to ourselves ... and then a young woman ran past with one of those jogging strollers, and disappeared at top speed (a little later we passed a standard poodle with a paralysed hind leg who was trotting along in a kind of canine Roman chariot, so it was a day of unusual vehicles ...).
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