Not All Who Wander Are Lost
MTM says I have no sense of direction. Put me out in an unknown place, and you are liable to never see me again.
So, when I needed to do a long walk in Charlotte, North Carolina, MTM was sure I could handle the Little Sugar Creek Greenway.
“It follows this creek for six miles, Andra. How could you get lost?”
I’m me. That’s how.
Mile 2.4 The trail splits. One goes uphill. The other down. Both follow the creek. Neither are marked with signs. I picked uphill, then circled back to down. Down was correct. Score one point for the girl with no sense of direction.
Mile 3.2 The trail splits again. No signs. Take the bridge? Or the trail uphill? I chewed my lip and cursed the landscape architect. A jogger took the bridge, and I followed him. Correct again. Two points for me.
Mile 4.0 The trail headed into a park and split. Again. I followed the park trail for almost a mile. It dead ended. I dragged out my iPhone, hoping Siri could tell me what to do. “It’s 30 degrees. I am cold.” That’s all I could get effing Siri to tell me. I hauled ass back to the split and went the other way.
Mile 4.5 Trail is no longer marked Little Sugar Creek Greenway. Was I on the right trail?!?!? I trudged on, needing distance more than rightness.
Mile 5.2 A sign. Little Sugar Creek Greenway, with an arrow through a neighborhood. No creek in sight. Children shrieked on a playground, while I dragged out my phone. Again. And screamed, “Fuckfuckfuck!” when it was dead due to cold weather. I plowed through the silence I created by disrupting innocent play with a tantrum of profanity.
Mile 6.0 The end? Maybe? I found my way, all the way? I turned around to retrace my steps, smug in the knowledge that maybe I could follow a trail after all.
For the next week, I will be wandering off line. I will not be posting on the ACM. I have much to do to rework my site, and other than a post for John Howell, I will be focused on administrative duties. Please say you’ll miss me. I know I’ll miss you.