Someday, maybe someday. These words would repeat year after year. Giants, Eagle, Boulder, Boulevard of Life, Parallel, Bowling Alley…these runs now live within. And will come and go throughout my head on any given day but, with a face to the name. I’ve never met an ugly river, some more beautiful than others, all carry grace and confidence. The Dean is no exception, the enormity of the place was undeniable and humbling.