Even with everything plotted on the GPS and maps galore I took a wrong turn. The tree farm is riddled with old roads and how could I have known the best looking road would be the one that didn't actually go anywhere? After looking around we backtracked and found the right road. Of course, that road was blocked by some downed trees.

We started hiking up the overgrown road, but were soon at an impasse. A decent sized slide had come down and covered the road with all manner of debris. It looks like it was pretty recent (or at least this year) so there was no easy way through it.

I sat the girls down at the edge and started scrambling through the debris with Henry on my back. Tokul chose, of her own accord, to follow. Foolish puppy. From the top of the pile I could see the road continue for a short way, but then there was another even bigger slide. It just wasn't meant to be.

On the way back to the car the girls accused me of leaving shirking my dog owner responsibility. Joke's on them, though. It was a pile of bear... um... debris.

After lunch in the trunk we headed home with only quick stops at alternate destinations and Grandpa Jack's favorite lake. It's still not ready for fishing, but it seems to be getting closer.

Totals for this misadventure: 0.25 miles and 140 feet of gain.