Like the Robert Frost poem, I tookk path less traveled adn that made all the difference.

So yesterday I decided to take a different path back from the library. There is this city wall, but with an opening close to the library. I figured I had a good enough sense of direction that I could go throught it and eventually find a path back to the dorm. It was almost amazing. On the other side of this wall there was a creek with ducks, a small zoo (saw some deer and other birds). The bike path follows this creek through a park. Very picturesque and is not much of a detour at all. It made my day.