Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Wall and old Laurel
After walking till I was tired I sat down to rest in a spot that I thought was the middle of nowhere. After catching my breath I continued and within 20 paces came to a rock-on-rock that I recognized and 50 paces uphill from that I found a fold-up hand-saw in a pocket protector - lost recently. So really, not the middle of nowhere at all.