We got lost again. We were following the white trail in Franklin Town Forest of a sudden, the trail became better marked than before--remarkably so. The faded white paint on trees suddenly became wooded white rectangles. Following it, we came to Camp Haiastan. A caretaker saw us and questioned us as to why we were on private property. After questioning us, he gave us directions. Laughingly, it was suggested that we name our walking group, "Walking With Faith," (pun is intended).
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