Had an early band rehearsal for the 54 Below gig in midtown then had to fill in four hours until my next commitment. It was such a glorious spring day that I got off the train a few stops before home and decided to explore Inwood Hill Park. I power walked joyously past several little league baseball games and picknicking families, wondering when I would find myself on familiar turf. The answer was...never.
Instead of the path leading to my front door the path simply stopped at a dead end.
I had to walk back half a mile until I found another path which led up several hundred steps to the correct route.