Private roads and private fences
Private tables and special swings
Special sitings of special creatures
Interrupting habitats
We walk down an unmarked path
Deeper into the brush
Unable to see the end
Finding evidence of the humans
Pushing through the fallen trees
The river is our guide
Proceed with caution
Running low on resources
We return to our trailhead
Closely monitored by the local butterflies
Deer cross our path
A reroute is required to reunite
The detour causing challenges with directions
Birds greet us as we emerge
Accepted as one of their own
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