Instead, I ve found two running rivers that flow throughout the city and feed off endless tributaries where one can lose oneself. One is composed chiefly of dirt, the other of brick. Occasionally they converge, briefly accenting their best offering. You pick accordingly, and do what you have to do. The most pleasing parts of the dirt path lead to undistracted views of natural settings.
Some spots are remote enough to seem like one s own.
I prefer the hiking and horse trails in upper Rock Creek Park, which afford a great game of chutes and ladders. I tire quickly on this hilly terrain, but if I ve put in the minimum puff and pant for my aorta, I slow to a walk and take potluck with the discoveries fatigue delivers. The cut to go slow is usually a dramatic change of lighting through the trees. Animals rustle under leaves while birds practice their calls. Once I stopped and my gaze fell upon a deer.