Typically, running along Holmes Run is a placid affair. You get the woods for ambiance, the paved trail for convenience and the stream crossings to make the whole experience feel like an authentic adventure. But not yesterday. Yesterday the river was angry. The day's worth of rain turned the calm stream into a torrent.
I had planned to run along Holmes Run, but found the following view at the first stream crossing:
I took one look at those whitecaps, snapped a few pics, and ran back the other way.
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