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The weatherman had promised a rain free day on Saturday which brought Carrie and me to Volunteer Park, a 48-acre park in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Seattle. It was called “Volunteer Park” to honor the volunteers who served in the Spanish – American War. In addition to excellent running trails and beautiful landscaping, it was home to a conservatory and an Asian Museum. If we ran far enough, up the hills, we could reach the old water tower and climb inside to get a view of the city and its skyscrapers.
There was a children’s wading pool and spraypark that I avoided on my route. Hanna and I used to live in the area and took Kevin there when he was small. He delighted in running through the water spray on hot summer days. With everything bearing down on me, I didn’t need the remind
