In the language of sandwiches, the woods is the "bread" and the long stretch of pavement in the middle is its filling.
In the woods section I notice dry stream beds, new plank bridges, a path I thought I'd lost. In the pavement part I see houses with new siding, a massive and magical rubber tree, boulders in a garden.
Two parts trees and beaten-dirt trail, one part easy striding along a less-traveled road. A sumptuous repast.