Lost in a Strawberry Patch

Coffee, coffee and more coffee followed by some slow walking bring my body back into equilibrium. I study my map looking for an alternative route around busy pedestrian prohibited 101. Grateful, I find the bicycle route once again and in one hour I am lost. In front of me is a strawberry patch. I wonder through thick deep rows of the green plants occasionally sinking deep in mud. An irrigation pipe spews thick globs of water worsening the mud. Not to worry. At least my walking shoes can be washed.

Lost again I backtrack through the field. Lines of farm workers picking the strawberries justifiably give me odd looks as I pass them again. Then magically, at the edge of the field I see a small bicycle path sign and off I go.

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