Teri Orr: When run you from, and no longer to…
He was a familiar figure — tall, thin and more recently with a shock white hair that had replaced the former thick crop of dark brown. A runner, mostly early mornings, for decades around Park City — with a dog when he had one. Then without. He ran in those early morning hours before God got up or at least most of his neighbors. And he ran all the streets of Park City. Ran up the hills and down Main Street. Into precious pricey enclaves and familiar tired Old Town streets. He ran to meditate and understand. He tried to outrun his demons and his sorrow.
Source: parkrecord.com