I am generally not a morning person - to drag myself up way before work to get in some exercise is rare. I'll take a good late night run, thank you.
But sometimes necessity forces a morning jaunt, and when I do get out there I am usually pleasantly surprised - by a glimpse of the sunrise, or critters I don't usually see - and vow to get out early more often.
Yesterday was one of those mornings. After finding that White Clay Creek State Park's gates don't open until 8 a.m.(!), I hit the random trails off Creek Road just north of Newark. The blend of urban graffiti and wildlife, gravel access roads and lush, dense trails that reminded me of the Pacific Northwest was an unexpected mix. Great fun :)