I'm pretty sure my sister and I took the shortest hike ever known. We walked through two minutes' worth of a soggy spittle bug metropolis...only to discover the trail, well, trailing off. We opted out of getting lost in the deep, dark woods like a couple of little boy scouts, so we turned around and found some other lovely vistas to pass our time with.
On another note, if you're going to look for benefits of living in a wildfire-ridden state, deliciously warm sunsets and consequently photographs are on that list:
Sometimes following a trail doesn't take you to where you think it will. Sometimes the trail ends abruptly and sometimes it takes you through a huge patch of insect loogies. There's a metaphor in that, wouldn't you agree?