‘That’s why they call it fishing and not catching.’
I’ve heard that before but it seems I prove it more often than not. I’ve never calculated it mathematically but my success rate fishing is something less than, well, good.
About this time last year my wife and I went for a hike along a piece of the Appalachian Trail in the Hudson Valley. The objective of this particular hike was to put a sign-in book in a wooden box at a spot called Highpoint (not the most original name) between Greenwood Lake and Harriman. The trail here is not terribly overcrowded, as some local sections seem to be, but does get a fair number of hikers. Today I wanted to see how many of those hikers had signed the little notebook we put in the box last year.
We left the house in sunshine. About three miles from the house overcast crept in and a little further on the fog slipped through the woods to where we parked the car.