Trail log entry that became a sermon

I was writing up the Saturday ridge patrol — the usual: two blown-out switchbacks, one new deer path that'll be a shortcut by June — and somewhere between the numbers it turned into a whole thing about erosion and habit and how every path we open gets walked until it's the only path. Not sure who I thought I was writing it for. But it felt good to get it down on paper instead of just carrying it around in my head all week.