My seven-year-old and I were lost in the woods — sort of. We knew where we were, more or less, but had wandered off a marked trail, and we didn't make any real effort to find it again, thinking we were headed in a direction that would take us home (or at least, to where the car was parked). By the time we realized we weren't where I thought we were it had been a long day, and my son was losing steam, so we decided to head toward the road and call for a ride home.
But it was a grand adventure. We found the remains of the granite quarry that last operated on the site over fifty years ago, large blocks of stone, abandoned buildings (or what was left of them), and rusted machinery. And we wandered aimlessly, which was the most fun of all.
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