Hobo woods

I slept like a rock last night and woke up too late to do a long run and still have time for a nice free breakfast at the Inn (I'm talking, really nice breakfast). So I left the hotel and decided to jog the other side of the river that we walked yesterday. I briefly looked at a map while we were there yesterday and it seemed there were some trails - I must have read it wrong.

I found a very tight single track trail, barely visible from the road. It opened up and tightened down in various spots. There was trash along the trail and a few people fishing the river - one old, black woman gave me a very strange look when I jogged by and I began to question my safety. I saw a saw an old empty shopping cart, then a haggard looking fox, then a small open space with a lean-to and organized mounds of trash - clearly someone 'lives' here. I continued on, hoping I would get to the end of the trail. I saw a huge dirty old white man with an actual tent and a fire - his was the last camp along the trail, although I saw evidence of othe vagrants that had given up a home on the river. I bush wacked my way back to civilization, happy not to have run into trouble and hoping that the indigenous plants were not poisonous.

I made it back to the hotel in time for a big omelette breakfast, with fruit, yogurt, waffle and several different juices, but my teenage daughter slept in and I ate alone.

Live is only an adventure if you try new things, but I'll make sure my daughter doesn't try the same trail.