The Short Cut (Known to But a Few)
I (David) still tramp about in the local woods, and hope to do 5x more of it when I retire. I have given up mapping the little-used trails (yes, I know there's an app for that) hoping that they embed in my brain instead. So far, so good. I nervously wonder about carrying a spray against bears and coydogs. Sometimes a son hikes with me, or granddaughters to pick wild berries. Ben came out into the wild both times he was home. Bowhunting season ends this week, so Chris can safely join me when I go back to "my" woods after three months. There is a joy in familiar trails, and a different joy in getting yourself safely out when you're not quite sure. Whenever I go seriously uphill I am still aware of the old damage from smoking, even years later. If any of you come to visit, I have an extra walking stick.