The walk/hike I went on today started out disgusting, hot, and strenuous, and after I went on a new trail it ended up being fun and joyful. When I got to the place where I saw the creepy guy and the kids, I was at trail marker #1. I hadn't noticed it. I was full of "love, peace, healing" kinds of thoughts, and I remembered that I went back to the Taco Place, after my dual #77 receipt experience. I went back a third time, and my receipt was #1. Such is the superstitious life. Before I got to that spot, I came around the trail another way and I was surprised to see a lot of brush in front of a bench-in-a-tree that I like. Blocking it off, just as that "film crew" or whatever was blocking the trail I tried to find yesterday.
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