One round of chips

As I swing back under the sweeping branches of the catalpa tree, I begin recording today’s short trailer. This one stands on its own—not part of the regular audio feed, but a self-contained glimpse into the moment. With my trusty voice recorder in hand, I flip the camera around and start a gentle descent. The trail opens up ahead—8:05 pace, nice and easy in the drizzle. The air is fresh, the lens catching a few raindrops, and everything feels grounded in that zone two rhythm. A walk break brings me toward what once were the gates of Mr. McCrae’s farm, back in the 1840s and '50s—when this land was part of Fort Victoria, a Hudson’s Bay Company camp. History whispers through the trees. I pass the oddly named Vanilla Ice Cream House, its bright walls out of place in the grey mist. Then up ahead, the south end of Cedar Hill Golf Course opens wide, fairway gleaming under low cloud. Almost done now—just a short descent toward the rec center. This little trailer wraps here. Thanks for joining me.