The Garden of Forking Paths
A place for little short commentaries, musings and drawings.
29 September 2008
There were no more trails. We were heading east and southeast now, hoping to spot the water tanks of our next checkpoint.
It was 11:00 am. We needed to cross a creek when Tony spotted this huge fallen tree. We skirted along it to cross the ravine.
There was a rectangular concrete slab under the tree. Strange.
Chuang Shyue Chou
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