The Outdoor Misadventures of Him and I: Part 1

Two weeks ago we went to the park for our typical evening bike ride. When we got to Minto Brown and unloaded the bikes I made a shocking discovery. My back tire (on my bike, not the truck!) was flat! *epic sad face*

We decided to load the bikes back up and go for a walk instead. We decided to walk down to the river's edge, and once there we decided to take a trail that we had seen on the map, but had never explored (I figured it would be good since it was a soft surface trail). Mind you, it was after six, and cloudy to boot.  As we plodded along we were expecting to come across a clearing that would loop us right back to the parking lot... We kept trudging on and on but never finding the expected clearing and it was steadily getting dimmer. At one point we reached an opening in the trees and brush where some power-lines ran perpendicular to the path and out across a field. Both of us looked out across the field and it hit us... We had no effing clue where we were in the park!

Well, we sort of knew, but it was unknown to us. We kept walking through the trees and Collin was beginning to think we had walked through a wormhole and ended up in WWI Germany... Thankfully we finally found this unexpected visitor info center outpost thingy, but there was no map... At first glance. We managed to find a "map" of sorts and figured out where the hell we were, which was a lot farther than we had expected to go. To get back to the truck we had to go past a compost/old landfill that smelled horrid and then walk on pavement through the woods as it was getting ever darker and darker.

To add to the terror of the darkening parks (we have met some crazies on the paths in the park in broad daylight so dusk/dark was cah-reepy!) my poor pinkie toe on the right foot was rubbing just wrong against my sock and shoe...

I started repeating the mantra in my head, "Just make it back to the truck... Just make it back to the truck... I will not miss the season premiere of Grey's Anatomy because of this!!!"  

We made it back to the truck unscathed (apart from my raw pinkie toe) and it was only 7:20.... Thank god the dinner that night was straight forward and easy.

This is just one of our many (mis)adventures at Minto Brown... There are more to share, and I am sure more to experience!