For almost three years, Laura and I have been walking on the same roads. I’d say that about 95% of the time, the road we live on has been the favorite. After that, we switched back and forth between another two that are each about a half mile from our house. All three roads are dirt and are barely trafficked at all, so it’s really a toss up with what we’re in the mood for that day.
I’ll tell you though, walking on the same ol’ road gets kind of boring. Sure, every so often we’ll bump into someone we know or see a new animal here or there, but in general, we look at trees and talk about the state of the world. It’s not terrible and I wouldn’t give it up for anything, but really, I wouldn’t mind seeing some different trees once in a while.
A few months ago, one of us got a bright idea. I’m not entirely sure which one of us it was, but it was brilliant. The idea was to hop in the car and head up to an entirely new area that’s about two miles from the house. The area I’m referring to here is one that offers, well, more dirt roads, but this time, the semi-traveled roads turn into not traveled at all logging roads that climb a mountain and weave themselves through all sorts of neat things. There are berry bushes and cabins and everything a walker could possibly want to see and experience. It was perfect.
I think we headed up to this new area twice before summer hit. Once that happened, both Laura and I went into hibernation. The humidity arrived and so did the bugs. It’s not even worth entertaining the idea of a walk when it’s like that. It’s just not worth it. We get sweaty and bitten and everything in between.
Since September arrived, I’ve been jumping in my seat waiting to get back out there. I’d say that about half way through the month, the air started getting chilly. As a matter of fact, a few nights ago the temperature fell to 36 degrees, which was extremely enjoyable after the hot summer we just experienced. Needless to say, autumn is in the air and the walking days are ahead of us.
Just yesterday, I suggested that we head back up to our new walking spot. Laura agreed, so we got in the car and drove to the area we usually park. Just as we were almost there, I asked her if she’d rather veer off the beaten path once more and, instead of taking the route we haven’t even gotten used to yet, walk along an adjacent road that skirts the north side of our beautiful town lake. If you haven’t seen the lake I’m referring to yet, you really need to check it out. As we were moving to the area and I rounded the bend to stare straight at this natural wonder, my jaw dropped. What a pleasant surprise.
Anyway, Laura thought the idea was splendid and we set off on foot in another direction. She’s a good sport, this one.
The new road is about three miles in its entirety. That is, before it bends to the right and brings us to the waterfall we visited a while back. It’s the perfect length. If we start at the beginning and walk about half way, we’ll end up at the head of another road that heads south, straight to the lake. Down this road are the homes that aren’t seen much, but have a profound effect on our local operations. They are far more expensive than anything we’re used to and are likely owned by those who enjoy the area for the summer or for a weekend retreat. Either way, I’d surely enjoy traveling down this road to see what’s there. In turn, I’d get about two additional miles of exercise. All said and done, just this one area offers a multitude of scenarios to break our walks up into very decently sized intervals.
One of the best parts of the area is the view. About half way through yesterday’s walk, I stopped to pose for a photo. If any of you ever do this sort of thing, I’m sure you’re aware of how difficult it is to not look like a total dork. Unfortunately, I haven’t mastered the art yet, so I’m still looking like one. Once I’m a bit older, I’m confident I’ll get the hang of things.
I know, I know.
The last thing I’ll share about our most recent escapade is a little strange. As we were walking and talking, Laura looked to her right to see a lone Christmas ornament hanging from a pine tree in the middle of nowhere. It was the oddest thing. It sort of reminded me of something that might happen in the land of Narnia. She immediately dove towards it to take some photos as I waited patiently and watched as she enjoyed herself. It’s really the little things in life.