Yesterday afternoon I went for a 1hr run. Except that I found a sweet mountain bike trail and didn't make it back to the hotel until 2.5hrs later. I wouldn't so much call it getting lost. Maybe "willful ignorance" is a more apt term. It wasn't all lost time though. I found:

-One headless snowman
-A loonie, a quarter and a dime. Which I stopped to pick up.
-A golf course up on the mountainside where no golf course should be. I stopped to pee on the green in a sign of protest against turning wilderness areas into golf courses. Also because I had to pee.
-A lumbering black bear.
-A ropes course.
-Six dudes sitting on a log across the stream smoking something that didn't smell like any cloud of tobacco smoke I've ever been unfortunate to walk through.
-A really, really excellent woodpecker tree.
-Several wooden bridges on the mountain bike trail. Looked like fun if you were a good mountain biker.
-No other people once I got 20minutes away from the village.
-Lots of semi-crusted snow.

At least I made it back just after people had started eating dinner-- the boys made penne pasta with sauce and a very nice salad.