Or: EXTREME WALKING OVER AND AROUND THINGS, CARRYING LARGE STICKS. I knew an easy way to get once-boy scout Steve to fly across the country and see me would be to dangle outdoor activities, and the promise of trails, and large sticks, in front of him. YOU GUYS IT WORKED.

I had heard of splendid hiking behind the Clark museum down the street, but had yet to go. And so:

Confirmed.