Pack clutching my shoulders, punchy trail-boots anchoring my feet, and sprinkles of sunscreen-fortified sweat assaulting my eyes, I forged ahead with nary a destination. I had the day to myself, and, with the majesty of Mt. Tamalpais close by, I had the hunger and the physical conditioning to explore it. I'd been hiking Marin's trails for years, but lately found that I was repeating the same hikes... the old stand-bys. I was in a trail-rut. Countless trails remained for me to discover. So, on this day, where a confluence of trails were to meet, my purpose was to go left, if right was the direction with which I was familiar.