I’m not sure how it happened, but about ninety minutes into the run, I’m no longer on the High Line Canal Trail. There’s a puzzling detour sign at the end of a cul-de-sac in a nice neighborhood. Sporting my classy jogger costume once again, I’m tempted to flag down the next car, but the passing stranger is probably more likely to call the cops about the sweating beast harassing the locals than give me directions.
I scratch my beard in contemplation. The map pinned to the bright orange road sign doesn’t make sense. I just passed mile marker 29 (the trail runs for nearly 50 miles across Denver through an urban greenway). How could the trail go that way, into the depths of suburbia? And why is there a detour on a trail anyway?
Getting lost is not always fun, but it is always an adventure! And what could be more FUN!
Adventure indeed. Thanks for reading!