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On Thursday, I ran a trail that eventually dropped me off in the Copper Mountain Ski Resort. I crossed a major road and then cut right down the center of a huge gravel parking lot on the resort grounds. A few steps in, I noticed about ten people in the distance lined up across. It then became clear I was running right down the middle of a driving range. I very quickly moved myself to a side of the “range.” I had to skip over a few motionless balls here and there, but I fortunately managed to avoid getting hit. I’m not proud of it, but had I been a kid hitting a bucket of balls, I would have been desperately trying to pelt the idiot running down the middle of the range.