You get to the stone bridge. It is chaotic. The smell of gunpowder is everywhere and the area is smoky. Other hikers are nearby while park rangers patrol the area. You strain to see why all this is happening and finally make your way to the front.
Surrounded by park rangers, a young woman pleads with the authorities; something about a bazaar character in a weird costume having snatched away her little boy before jumping over the bridge to the path beyond the blockade.
Authorities have since broken the wooden blockade under the stone bridge. You overhear the park authorities; they cannot understand what happened. As you stare at the now visible path you realize there are bare human footprints that go inside the blockaded path. Far away you hear the cries of a young child.
You are just as prepared to hike in deep woods as anyone here. Though you are here to go hike, though you could leave it to the rangers, deep down you feel the need to accomplish the greatest good. You’ll get some excercise in either way.
***This is the crossroads where paths are woven,
Now is the place of a road newly chosen. **