First spill of the headlamp running season

The dog was wading into a puddle for a drink and I was paying too much attention to calling him out of it and not enough attention to my footing. At least this time I realized it was inevitable early enough and rolled and was able to jump back up and keep running.

There were a couple of nutty people starting a bonfire in the middle of the trail about a mile into the park. Not recommended. Nights with a full moon bring out more than just the folks who are willing to run or mountain bike after dark.

Here's the loop. Have probably done this 150 times by now.