I was lucky to get back 45 minutes later. I'd headed off the trail NB on a little bridge over 4-Mile Run and was rewarded, as I expected, with a run up a steep hillside to a street at the south edge of an Arlington subdivision. Running mostly NB on the curvy street, I expected it to intersect Wilson Boulevard shortly, which I would use to run directly back to Bluemont to complete my short warm-up run. After many blocks, however, I asked a passing couple where Wilson was and they indicated it was still more than a mile away. When I indicated I was trying to get back to Bluemont, they said I'd be far from there by the time I hit Wilson so they gave me a complicated set of directions which was a shortcut.
The trail ran into the woods, past houses whose other sides must have been on a street not visible or accessible to me, deeper into the woods but always heading downhill so I figured I'd hit 4-Mile Run down there in the bottom of the gully somewhere. Lost again. I ran by a person walking a dog who indicated the W&OD was "just over there." And it was. I was still a mile away from my car, and I arrived back in the parking lot ten minutes later where John was waiting for me. We went for our scheduled 2.5 mile run, which really was six and a half miles for me. Running is such an adventure sometimes.
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