I’m not even sure I know why. We just kept walking…and walking…and walking.
Lately, we have been making a left at the end of the road instead of a right. We need to mix things up a bit. To the left, we have a short piece of road and then a cul-de-sac which leads into the woods. We walked this way a lot last summer and fall, but when the snow hit, we were forced to stick to the road. Now that the snow is all gone, back to the trails we go.
The trail we took today lasted for about a half-mile and led to a nice, level road. It’s about a mile long. Usually, we just walk that road to the corner and turn around to head back. The whole thing is an invigorating three mile walk. I would say that’s what I’m worth…three miles at most. After that, I start getting anxious. Which makes me wonder about what we did today.
When we got to the corner of the nice straight road today, I said to Laura, “Hey, Liz lives up here past the golf course. We’ve never been on her road before.” She said, “Let’s go.” I guess the good weather made us delirious or something, because by the time we got to the golf course, we were ready to turn around. We kept going though and made it all the way to Liz’s road. It was a heck of a lot further than we though. In a car, it’s right there, but on foot, it takes forever.
We started walking down the road and began taking in the scenery. It’s a nice road with a bunch of nice houses. I thought I had the whole thing mapped out in my head, but when we came to the first intersection, I realized that I didn’t actually know where I was going. For some reason, I though the road was a loop, but it’s not. I kept waiting for it to loop around, but it never did. It just kept on going straight. When we got to the intersection, I was thrown for a “loop” and we were forced to turn around and start walking back. Now, mind you, at this point, we didn’t really feel like walking anymore, but I suppose we did get ourselves into this little situation.
A few minutes after we turned around, Laura informed me that she was getting a blister on her cute little foot. We tried to roll her sock in such a way that would minimize the blister pain, but nothing helped. I started getting a little concerned because we had a long walk ahead of us. Finally, I took my sock off and put it over hers and folded it back over to give her three layers of sock. It worked okay, because we are back and I am writing this. It wasn’t all that much fun walking wall that way…her with a blister and me with only one sock on. Hey, we did what we had to do. Good thing I was wearing socks or else I would have had to carry her all the way back.
After thinking about today’s walk, I have decided that six miles is far too long. Walking starts losing its luster after half that distance, so I think we are going to stick to our usual routine. You are safe for another day Liz. Oh, don’t worry, we were only going to walk by. C’mon, who do you think we are?