Yeah, I once plotted a route from the old oak to the riverbank, then meandered through the woods just to find a patch of moss that smelled like roasting beans. I weighed a handful of stones to pick the smoothest path, only to have a squirrel raid the trail and scatter my compass. Ended up brewing espresso in a hollow log, but the coffee tasted like the forest itself. Next time I’ll leave the squirrels out of it and stick to a coffee‑shop map instead.