losing the fortress.

A good friend Arvind and I (David) struck out into the countryside for a second hike to a second fortress.  I’ve grown to crave these respites from exhaust fumes, car horns, and shoulder to shoulder people.  This time we drove an hour and a half north to find unmarked fortress remains atop a rocky ridge in our state.

After walking around the base looking in vain for a path, we gave up, and made our own over thorns, brambles, and rocks.  We brought sticks to beat the ground in front of us to scatter potentially sleeping cobras.  Cut, filthy, and exhausted we made it to the top.  But couldn’t find the fortress anywhere!

It was a blast.