No disasters, near misses, or rampaging religions, just a simple eight-hour walk in the woods by my house.
   
 The owner lives in New York City. Sucks to be him.  
 
 A small tributary...  
 
 ...leading to Spring Creek.   
 
 Sand with no human tracks but mine.  
 
 A bit of lunch then four hours attemping to carve a spoon (not shown!).  
 
 And a snack for later.  
 
 An abandoned oil well. I have no idea how deep that water but I couldn't touch bottom of a pervious one with a six-foot stick.  

So, not exactly Hawaii or Idaho. But considering it's five minutes out my front door I consider myself one lucky SOB.
         -Blast