Running comfortably along the South side of Lake Minnetonka. The trail closes in, dark, with the woods pressing in. It is 4:30am, about 40 degrees. I encounter no one. There is the rustling of leaves, and even snapping of brush as resident animal life reacts to my passing. My roving LED flashlight looks like a jailhouse searchlight. I encounter a deer on the trail. An eight point buck stares at me as if to ask: "What are you doing here?" I am game, and I respond: "YOU tell me!"