The tunnel of birches
I'd found out that this much famed, "secretive" and elusive birch grove was located in or near a campground in Campton, NH (technically in the White Mountains). With that information, I felt confident I could locate it. It turned out to be much, much more complicated than I'd expected. It's a surprisingly large area, and with no signage. I asked for direction from the single person I came across, and the directions were not straightforward. By that time I'd walked about every inch of the very large wooded area, and I began to believe that these birches were fictional, or perhaps even a prank. Just when I'd given up, I came across them, in the least expected location. I think it reveals something about the nature of searching: You sometimes find what you're looking for when you stop searching,
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The tunnel of birches
I'd found out that this much famed, "secretive" and elusive birch grove was located in or near a campground in Campton, NH (technically in the White Mountains). With that information, I felt confident I could locate it. It turned out to be much, much more complicated than I'd expected. It's a surprisingly large area, and with no signage. I asked for direction from the single person I came across, and the directions were not straightforward. By that time I'd walked about every inch of the very large wooded area, and I began to believe that these birches were fictional, or perhaps even a prank. Just when I'd given up, I came across them, in the least expected location. I think it reveals something about the nature of searching: You sometimes find what you're looking for when you stop searching,
Works best in large.