I'm not lost, I just don't know where I am
Don't you hate it when you think you know where you are going but you don't, really? I went on a photography adventure today to Nevada City. I love the fall color there and the old buildings. I decided to go Old School, instead of using my cell phone for directions, I printed out the directions from the Chamber of Commerce. The directions said " The road will soon curve to the left, the pavement will end and you will be on a one-lane dirt road that parallels Deer Creek."
Sounds easy enough, yeah?
The road didn't curve; it instead went straight to a private residence, complete with warning signs about home security. I'm sorry, I didn't feel like trespassing today.
No matter, I turned to where I thought I saw a path, passed a brick wall, clambered down towards the sound of rushing water and this is what I saw: