Day off. Walked up a mountain. Saw an eagle. Got hungry. Read a book.
Constitution Mountain National Park is a very big wood with a lot of trees, few paths, fewer signs and absolutely no organic coffee shops. As a result very few americans go there. I had plenty of time to ponder the meaning of liff and resurrect that old chestnut: if a tree falls in the forest but there's no-one there to witness it, how do we know it makes a noise?
Surrounded by fallen trees and knee-deep moss, I rather concluded that a falling tree would emit lots of energy waves but that, with no ears or microphones present to translate these waves into sound, it might indeed be a silent event.
It was that sort of walk!
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