There is a story about a hiker making his way up a spectacular trail in the Shenandoah National Forest. About midway, he remarks on the large number of downed trees across the path. He grumbles something about horrible trail maintenance, and is annoyed enough to start counting the number of obstacles blocking his path. Upon reaching the summit in all its Blue Ridge autumnal splendor, the hiker has what my late father would call an "attitude adjustment meeting with himself". On the way down, he instead counts the number of cut out logs, making an inventory of where someone before him has cleared the way for others yet to come. READ MORE
