I Once Was Lost

There but the grace of God, Pretzels, there but the grace of God.

Over the weekend, Nik came down from B'town to visit B'more.  She could not have picked a hotter weekend.  Or a weaker tour guide.  Being great students of geography and meteorology, we headed even farther south and went to D.C. and spent the bulk of our time walking, sweating, and pausing every 10 minutes to sit and hydrate.

It's hard to pick a lowlight* of the weekend.  The obvious choice would have been standing there, hunched over the canal in Georgetown, feeling like I was going to die because of food poisoning/heat exhaustion.  Actually, dying would have been an easy way out.  I feared I was going to fall on the street and poop in my pants.  

Yet, the real lowlight was the preceding 30 minutes, even before the stomach grumbling, when Nik and I went on what we thought was a walk through the park path but was really just a small, barely cleared path along a creek that had a lot of weeds to whack through along the way.  We both thought we were going to die, though for different reasons.  Nik was afraid we'd come upon a molester/murderer/dead body.  I was afraid that 1 errant slip would send me crashing into the creek below (instead, 1 errant slip just gave me a gigantic bruise).  I'm just glad we put on a brave face for each other and didn't share our fears in the woods.

Lesson Learned: If a path in the woods in the middle of a city looks too random and sparse to be a trail on the map, it most likely isn't the trail you are looking for.  

*To be fair, there were also a lot of highlights, a lot of them involved food and spending time with Nik.