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| + | Turns out that you have to pay ten bucks to "use" Paradise Park, so instead of parking in the parking lot I drove a few meters back out past the park boundary and deposited the truck on the shoulder. Some kind of law-of-unintended-consequences action going on there, I suppose, but it didn't really affect the expedition. | ||
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| + | It was not an especially pleasant run, largely either right next to the Interstate or on a country road with no shoulders, but it did get me to the road to the hashpoint. It was, as I expected, a private road. I ran down it to a point 19.2 feet from the exact coordinates, and commenced a familiar internal philosophical debate: "What is the nature of 'here.'?" Here I am, occupying and positioned in three-dimensional space, very near to and in plain site of a point in an unremarkable plot of ground. If I had brought my pruning saw along with me (which is difficult when running) I could reach out and touch the point with no difficulty. Indeed, I could hop the little unsigned barbed-wire fence and touch the point with no difficulty. But why run the risk of antagonizing the locals? Am I not "here" enough? | ||
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| + | I decided that I was "here" enough. | ||
== Tracklog == | == Tracklog == | ||
Revision as of 23:09, 1 July 2012
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Location
Off a private road near LaCenter, Washington.
Participants
Plans
Seeing that the hashpoint was relatively cromulent, and inspired by Mrs.5000's exploits in Montana, I set out north into the Evergreen State. I could tell that the road by the hashpoint was basically a shared driveway, so I decided to park at nearby Paradise Point Park and make a run out it.
Expedition
Turns out that you have to pay ten bucks to "use" Paradise Park, so instead of parking in the parking lot I drove a few meters back out past the park boundary and deposited the truck on the shoulder. Some kind of law-of-unintended-consequences action going on there, I suppose, but it didn't really affect the expedition.
It was not an especially pleasant run, largely either right next to the Interstate or on a country road with no shoulders, but it did get me to the road to the hashpoint. It was, as I expected, a private road. I ran down it to a point 19.2 feet from the exact coordinates, and commenced a familiar internal philosophical debate: "What is the nature of 'here.'?" Here I am, occupying and positioned in three-dimensional space, very near to and in plain site of a point in an unremarkable plot of ground. If I had brought my pruning saw along with me (which is difficult when running) I could reach out and touch the point with no difficulty. Indeed, I could hop the little unsigned barbed-wire fence and touch the point with no difficulty. But why run the risk of antagonizing the locals? Am I not "here" enough?
I decided that I was "here" enough.
Tracklog
Photos
Mildly amusing barn wall, about a kilometer from the hashpoint
Achievements
