I 'spect it was guilt that drove me to the hike. Back last Fall I wrote something about intending to walk the eighty-five miles of it that pass through the Chippewa National Forest. And over the months that followed gave it a lot of thought. Why not? Thinking about something is a whole lot easier than doin' it. And the walk can proceed any way you want it. No rain. No bugs. No Lyme disease. Hell, so long as it stays in a person's mind a man could walk from here to the ends of the earth and back. No sweat.
But, you see, I went and stuck my neck out. Wrote the intention down and threw it out into the ether. There a few odd souls I've never met who might have read of this intention and would think me a wimp if I didn't carry it out. So, on my last morning I jumped into my truck, headed north and put a little more money where my mouth is.
More tomorrow, hopefully.
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