Sometimes you know where you are headed, sometimes you are surpised.
The roads here are sometimes nearly paths. Its a bit confusing for a Brooklyn girl to make sense of - at one point I found myself negotiating a kind of scary "stairway" path - with steps so tall I wasn't sure I'd be able to scramble down (at least gravity was working with me!) - but I made it.
It got me thinking about how we make our way in the world and how paths are sometimes meandering - leading to places that were not necessarily planned. It made me wonder why I love getting lost... I remember before GPS, my partner and I would drive in the Catskill Mountains with the objective to get lost - and use maps (in books! made out of paper!) to find a way back to more familiar ro