I am now a firm believer in the legend of The Ditch Witch.
It has been said that years ago, when the great mansions dotted The Kennedy Park landscape, a witch-hermit took up residence near what is now the town reservoir. She was a revered healer of broken bones and practiced the art of divination through the use of birds and meditative techniques.
The legend holds that she was a hermit by choice and not because of physical defect. In fact, she is rumored to have possessed an exotic beauty. Many well heeled gentleman who resided in the local summer cottages were seen passing in and out of her hovel door.
Then the change occurred.
It seems that one of the gentleman tried to spirit her away.
He came back with friends and somehow a fire sparked in the witch's cottage.
The witch, the gentleman and two of his friends perished. The third friend was burned badly but survived, scarred for life.
The spirit of the Ditch Witch now roams the far end of the park. She reaches out and grabs ankles as they run past, causing them to trip and fall. She also afflicts inattentive mountain bikers by pushing their front wheels into badly balanced positions. Horses just get spooked.....
She nailed me again this morning on a trail run. (She seems to like me...)
There wasn't a single object to trip over anywhere on the trail. I wasn't running fast. (Of course, I never run fast... I wouldn't even call it running.... more like waddling...) I wasn't tired.
But I WAS flat on face with a bruised shoulder and a knee gash that would make Hannibal proud.