Appreciating the natural beauty of the meadow, but deciding that you are more interested in making some headway into the park, you turn your back on the stone design and walk back to the path. Resuming your trek, you find that the trail leads through a long stretch of nondescript forest, and after several minutes of staring at almost identical trees you begin to wish for something to break up what has become a rather monotonous journey.
Almost like a miracle from above, no sooner have you begun to think about turning around than you reach the top of a low hill and spy a fork in the path with a wooden bench sitting at the juncture. Glad to be on the verge of reaching a marker of any sort, you stride forward until you are standing in front of the bench. Glancing both ways, you see very little difference between the two possible routes other than the fact that the left fork seems freer of debris and overgrowth, leading you to believe that it is the better traveled of the two. Thinking on which route to take, it is only as a matter of happenstance that you suddenly recognize that there is something behind the bench, whatever it is having been the victim of years of growth by the surrounding foliage.