It started with hiking in Zoar with two Buffalo surfers. Although they live here, they are not too keen on the surrounding area having moved here from out of state...great. When we finally found the place we were directed to park on the side of the road and merely walk in. I specifically remembered a parking area with a map and marked trails from last year, but the old woman at the veggie stand told me I must be mistaken. So, into the muckiest depths of Zoar we traveled. Again and again we were forced to build ourselves little bridges out of pieces of log and big stones to cross the tiny creek. I was positive that if we kept going against the current, we would arrive where the two rivers meet...we must just be at one of the ends. Our socks got wet, our pants got wet, our asses were covered in mud. All of us took our tumbles and because of the ridiculousness of the entire situation, I laughed. I couldn't stop laughing! It was good to feel that.
A friendly call jogged my memory of a road we had passed earlier in the day on our many trips up and down point peter road! Though it was marked as a dead end, we tried our luck. There, as it had been all along, was the spot I had been looking for. Joy overtook me!! Looking at the map at the foot of the trail, we saw that we were actually hiking in some sort of water plant shoot-off, haha. Our shifty earth was replaced with much less mucky trails, littered with pretty fall leaves! Still, this easy passage didn't compare to the fun we had battling for the sake of dry asses! Reaching the point where the two rivers meet was well worth our struggle. There I gave up and childishly jumped in the water. We skipped stones and forgot about where we had come from for a second.
I've decided, sometimes, I just enjoy getting lost.
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