Facing

I thought I'd bike east and did, so far east I looked at people as ways out. Until then we'd all seen each other but hadn't said or nodded much. I'd asked one guy if he had bike trouble. 
I stopped to consult the compass on my phone and a map. I was heading the right away but had turned onto the fairy-tale path through a development. Once I found the road past the cemetery, I was home.
I report one other public incident:
So far east, I'd spotted a couple of boats east of the bridge, where they weren't supposed to go. By the time I got back to that bridge, two or three hours later, the boats were passing beneath me. I hollered down something about reading the sign. They just looked at me.