We’re The Fugawee

My dad is hysterical, but sometimes likes to tell corny jokes and come up with puns that make my sister and I groan “awwwwww.” He once told us a joke he heard from a friend that ends with the punchline “We’re the Fugawee.” Google the joke if you haven’t heard it before. Anywho, because of that joke, whenever my sister and I don’t know where we’re going, we exclaim, “We’re the Fugawee?!” That was essentially the theme of the hike that Mike and I went on yesterday afternoon.

I had acquired a map of Long Island that showed all of the biking and hiking trails a while ago, so I pulled it out and tried to find something that was an easy loop. Since I had gone for a 6 mile run earlier in the day, I didn’t want anything too strenuous, maybe 4-5 miles. We found a relatively easy looking loop in a county park that was about 5 miles, so we packed some water and snacks, and we were on our way!

When we arrived at the park, we checked out this map, which told us nothing about where we were or where we were supposed to go. Good way to start off, right?

This was posted below the map. So, we don’t really know where we’re going, and there is a hostile woman on horseback roaming the park. Bring it on, Wendy!

Since there were no signs, we picked a random direction to go in. Mike has a really great GPS and pedometer feature on his phone, so he turned it on to make sure we wouldn’t end up in the Atlantic Ocean. ¬†Look at how pretty the trail is! Too bad it was not the trail we wanted. The park had a lot of horse trails, so after venturing down this trail and running into a lot of piles of dung, we decided to turn around.

We walked in the opposite direction for a little, and look what we stumbled upon- a sign to the trail we wanted! We were pretty excited to be going in the right direction, so we frolicked off in the direction of the lake.

About a half mile into our hike, we came across a fork in the trail. We could either go straight or turn left to cross over a bridge. There were, of course, no trail markers. We decided to cross over the bridge, but then came across ANOTHER fork in the trail. If you think that forks in the trail will be a recurring theme in this story, then you are correct. If you think that us making a left at every fork will be another theme, you are also correct. So yes, we made another left. Up a trail made of sand. Side note: I hate sand. Love the beach, hate sand. I guess it’s easier for the horses to walk on, but it is not easier for me to walk on.

Luckily, I found a way to go up the trail without having to walk on the sand. Just kidding, I made Mike carry me.

We finally got a view of the lake, so while there still weren’t any trail markers, we were getting slightly more confident that we were heading the right way. I have a decent sense of direction, but I get very nervous when I feel disoriented. Mike encouraged me to enjoy the walk and the lovely weather, and to not worry about the “right” way to go.

The trail eventually turned into dirt (yay!!!) and was scattered with Sassafras leaves. I love teachable moments, so I started rambling to Mike. I went to nature camp as a kid (and am darn proud of it) and distinctly remember learning about Sassafras. It is easily recognizable due to the 3 shapes of the leaves: ghost, mitten, and oblong.

See the 3 different kinds? You learn something new every day!

Once the trail turned to dirt, blue markers started popping up here and there, but to call them sporadic would be an exaggeration. We continued to make lefts when faced with split paths, which was frequently, and I stopped worrying about whether or not we were going the way we were supposed to.

I wanted to take a nice picture for you wonderful readers but none of them turned out well. It seems that pictures of me turn out better when I stand on one leg and make a fish face. Such is life. The area was really beautiful. The leaves have already started to change colors and the air was crisp and refreshing. While I’m used to more inclines, the trail offered some nice twists and turns that kept things interesting.

2.5 hours in, my knees started to ache and I began to wonder if I would have to build a shelter out of branches and leaves for us to stay the night in. Magic phone GPS showed us heading in the right way, so we ambled on.

And ambled, and ambled and ambled. Climbed a few trees and took some pictures, then ambled more.

After 3 and 1/4 hours, Mike spotted a clearing that looked familiar, so we sprinted up a massive hill into a field that…..was right next to where we parked the car!!!

Yup, that is the route that we hiked. According to the magic phone, we walked 8 miles. We were both pretty spent when we got back to the car, but it was a really great adventure. The company and the scenery really couldn’t have been better.


Moral of the story? If you convince your fantastic boyfriend to go on a 5-mile turned 8-mile hike, he will be famished by the end and buy the two of you an extra-large cup of pumpkin spice frozen yogurt from Red Mango.

Oh, and you will have an uncomfortable amount of sand in the bottom of your shoe.

What did you all do this weekend? How did you enjoy the glorious weather?

–Ariel