So getting lost in the middle of an Oregon forest this summer wasn't enough, so I had to renew my fading reputation by getting lost yet again; this time, on the streets of Florida. I took Adam's mum's dog for a run this evening, on a route I've done twice before, but somehow took a wrong turn that set us back by about an hour. The street names here are a confusing mix of numbered avenues, roads, ways, drives and terraces. Just when I thought I'd made my way back in the vicinity of the house, I found myself numerically quite a distance away. Luckily, I had a spry little puppy with me who was more than game for an adventure (although her idea of fun was stopping every few seconds to pee on lawns), so we trudged on. I had to ask two separate people for directions, and just when pups and I were a mere 3 minutes away from the house, who should come driving up but Adam and his mum, very worried, but quite happy to see pups and me alive and well. So it's been an evening of physical exertion, disorientation and frustration, and finally (the goody) pure embarassment.
The upside of this evening, however, was that I got a chance to see TWO burrowing owls up close. They are listed under the Endangered Species Act as "species of special concern", so I'm really psyched that I got a chance to see them. Tomorrow night, I'm going running in hand with a cell phone...and a digital camera.
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