I made a personal resolution to myself this week in Oaxaca. I told myself that I would never complain about trail-maintenance in the Northwest again. Granted, the “trail” I was on at the time wasn’t a trail in a conventional hiking sense. It could be better described as the road/path/route that coffee farmers use to get to and from their coffee farms. The five coffee farmers all carried machetes, which proved their usefulness at many points in the journey.