J. and I got separated running down Hope Pass yesterday and we both missed the turn at the bottom back to J’s car. Good fortune was smiling down upon me and two runners I’d met earlier showed me the way back once I realized my mistake. Adventure was smiling down upon J. He ended up wading through chest-deep water (!!!) and hiking 2 miles on the road to get back to the car. This was after crossing Hope Pass twice. And, of course, J. remained in good spirits. Thinking of an extra hour or orienteering at the end of a long run as an adventure is a good measure of a person. I am blessed with fine runner friends.