The previous night the hike leader posted online a map of the jaunt. It looked like a typical suburban stroll until I saw a Dunkin' Donuts marked near the start point. As the Food and Drug Administration has warned, donuts can be addictive and publicizing the location of donut stores can utterly destroy people's free will. (Or maybe I am confusing this with the FDA's hectoring on cigarettes.)

Regardless, I woke up the next morning craving a chocolate donut. I left early to allow time to raid Dunkin' Donuts pre-hike. With my usual "rolling chaos" style, I didn't bother writing down the street address. I reckoned it was a half a mile past the turnoff on Rt. 50 for the hike. And I assumed that every Dunkin' Donut franchise is prominently located right next to the highway.

No such luck: the store was nowhere to be seen. Maybe it was a clandestine pastry operation?