Perhaps one should look at the trail map before just diving into a thickly wooded trail system only to get lost for nearly three hours while trying to find oneself a way out. And not to mention the extra endurance needed to finish.
Was it a good workout?
Was I the only girl in the woods?
Did I use a mountain bike?
Nope. I used my feet.
Was it dark?
It was dusk and then it got dark. *shudder*
Were there creepy moments?
Yes. I'm pretty sure serial killers inhabited these woods at one time or another.
Was it beautiful?
No. It was magical AND beautiful.
Was I scared? What about the murderers and rapists?
No. I have God and ninja skills.
And when you come to a fork in the trail which one do you take if it isn't marked? "Well, Fargo," a voice boomed down from the heavens, "You follow the way of the dog."
Maybe this is the same concept as the horse to the barn thingy.
So I did. The dog led me out of the woods...eventually...three hours later...after it was done playing.
So yeah. It's not like the horse thingy.
By the way, deep in the woods...there are no landmarks I call mountains. I can't see the sun. It's just pretty green all over. Pretty much I am navigationally fucked.
But it was fun!