I just drank a beer not because I wanted one, but because it was the only beverage in my fridge. I guess i could've had water. Hmm.
This afternoon Adam and I decided to go for a hike in Robert E. Lee park like we often do on the weekends these days (trying to be less fat and lazy.) According to this trail book he has, you can follow the trails and make a complete circuit around Lake Roland. This book is 30 years old and, apparantly, wrong.
Normally we go around the right side of the lake, and double back when we get to the light rail tracks, which is a nice little several mile hike. Today we decided we would try to go around the much larger left side to see if we could make it all the way around that way. Hours later we emerged from the woods, covered in poison ivy and scratches from thorns; dehydrated and exhausted, in font of a some tennis courts attached to a country club. We had no idea where we were. I hadn't had breakfast because we'd planned on just going for a quick hike and then going out to lunch, so I was feeling dizzy and had a pounding headache.
We follow the residential road past glaring yuppies mowing their lawns, make a few turns and find a gas station. I buy a soda and a candy bar and we sit down and I'm briefly sated. So now we're on Ruxton Rd, which Adam says hits Falls Rd eventually, and on Falls Rd is an alternate entrance to the mountain biking trails that join up with the trail we had been hiking on earlier. So we follow Ruxton Rd... for an hour. It's all through rich suburban neighborhoods where everyone has a mean dog guarding their overmanicured lawn and there's nowhere to walk along the side of the road. Eventually we cross over 83 and find Falls Rd, where we pass a fire station which bears the name of some Baltimore County town I've never heard of. We're right near Towson apparantly (look at a map-- this is fucking FAR away from where we need to be.)
Eventually we find the path he's talking about and make our way back through the woods, back to the lake, back to the park, back to our car. Total elapsed time: 4 1/2 hours.
We walked at least 10 miles.
My feet hurt.
FUCK that trail book.
This afternoon Adam and I decided to go for a hike in Robert E. Lee park like we often do on the weekends these days (trying to be less fat and lazy.) According to this trail book he has, you can follow the trails and make a complete circuit around Lake Roland. This book is 30 years old and, apparantly, wrong.
Normally we go around the right side of the lake, and double back when we get to the light rail tracks, which is a nice little several mile hike. Today we decided we would try to go around the much larger left side to see if we could make it all the way around that way. Hours later we emerged from the woods, covered in poison ivy and scratches from thorns; dehydrated and exhausted, in font of a some tennis courts attached to a country club. We had no idea where we were. I hadn't had breakfast because we'd planned on just going for a quick hike and then going out to lunch, so I was feeling dizzy and had a pounding headache.
We follow the residential road past glaring yuppies mowing their lawns, make a few turns and find a gas station. I buy a soda and a candy bar and we sit down and I'm briefly sated. So now we're on Ruxton Rd, which Adam says hits Falls Rd eventually, and on Falls Rd is an alternate entrance to the mountain biking trails that join up with the trail we had been hiking on earlier. So we follow Ruxton Rd... for an hour. It's all through rich suburban neighborhoods where everyone has a mean dog guarding their overmanicured lawn and there's nowhere to walk along the side of the road. Eventually we cross over 83 and find Falls Rd, where we pass a fire station which bears the name of some Baltimore County town I've never heard of. We're right near Towson apparantly (look at a map-- this is fucking FAR away from where we need to be.)
Eventually we find the path he's talking about and make our way back through the woods, back to the lake, back to the park, back to our car. Total elapsed time: 4 1/2 hours.
We walked at least 10 miles.
My feet hurt.
FUCK that trail book.
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I love hiking, but not that way...