I often convey to friends that while it can be scary in the outdoors, it can also be freeing. Today I went to town for my day off. First I went to see Toy Story 3 by myself, and fell asleep for 20 minutes in the middle. As a result, I missed how all the toys escaped the evil baby daycare room and wound up at the trash compactor. Then I went to the Met and they were out of Chai. Then I went to the bookstore and there were very few used books. Overall, the day was not particularly successful in terms of what I go to towns for. Then I went to Pudding Pond for a little stroll. Immediately taking a mountain biking path instead of the main/walking route, I weaved (wove?) my way around, paying attention to my sense of direction. When I came back out at the powerline cut, I turned left, not really sure where I was, but having taken lefts all day, I figured that would continue to send me back to the beginning. I walked way far along the powerline cut, almost to the end, wondering why I hadn't crossed it once if I crossed it a second time. I went over just one more hill, thinking I needed to go all the way back and should have turned right initially. But then boom! There I was.
The following schematics (not present) contrast where I thought I went, and where I actually went. I really wish someone had been tracking me. It was a good day for getting lost.
No American wilderness that I know of is so dangerous as a city home "with all the modern improvements." One should go to the woods for safety, if for nothing else --- John Muir
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