Last week, we had a small hurricane in the area. News stations kept issuing warnings that it’s going to be the strongest storm in 20 years and that nobody should go out there until several hours after it was ofter. The apex of the storm was due for 8:00 PM, so staying in the house was not a problem unless one has weird sleeping habits. Finally some action, a bit of an adventure in this forsaken place. Better live with risk than die in boredom 
But of course, the only thing happening at my house was a bit of wind making noise. Just a bit more than what is usually observed during autumn. Not even enough to close the windows, so I went to sleep, soothed by the rythmic sound of the wind. Still, when I went to work next day, there were a lot of fallen trees to the sides of the road. Radio talked about 10 deaths in the region and all in all somewhere near 1 billion of collateral damage has been generated.
When I went for a jog through the forest after work, I was up to a surprise: There were literally hundreds of trees on my favorite forest path, often piled up in chunks of 4 or more trees on top of each other. I took the route anyway, but it didn’t get any better. I spent the first 30 minutes climbing onto the fallen trees, balancing on the trunks until to where I could jump down again, pushing my way under fallen trees, jumping between branches and looking for ways to cross over those things. I loved it! I didn’t have such an intense workout with so varied movements in several years.
Obviously some foresters who were trying to get a picture of the overall situation were quite shocked seeing some strange jerk blazing through the trees
That was quite a run. I’d love to repeat it tomorrow (which would be two days after this happened), but I fear the entire area will now be crowded by forest workers shooing people away. People nowadays are supposed to life a secure life and have to be scared by natural phenomena :/
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