I find myself in Baltimore, Md. Gone are the trees and snowless winters. I’m in the land of National Bohemian beer and the most endearing pronunciation of the vowel “o” I’ve ever encountered. The question is no longer “why?” It’s “where?” and “when?” and “snow shovel?”
I’m out there almost every day, blazing new trails … new for me at least.
Really enjoy your post…Jenny Atwater turned me on to the site. I always like getting a perspective from someone new to the area. As a Forge resident, see you on the street.
Thanks, Brian. Hope to see you out there.
Loved your blog! I ran the Maryland Half Marathon too and I could not agree more about running in freakin’ sand at the end of a half! Whose bright idea was THAT? LOL! I had a good time overall though!
Hi Ty, Ive found your blog to be interesting, particularly since I am from MD and have many relatives in and about Baltimore. My grandfather’s farm was in Upper Marlboro. I was born in hospital in Cheverly but my parents were living in Annapolis at the time.
Thats a great photo