Before I get into the adventure that inspired the title of today’s post, I need to take a moment to wish Hubby a very Happy Anniversary. It’s our 25th, so it’s kind of a big deal.
Quick backstory: We met on a blind date, got engaged approximately 3 months later, and got married 10 months after we met. What can I say? When you know, you know.
Now…on to our tale of a recent adventure.
It was a chilly Friday…the Friday after Thanksgiving to be exact. We weren’t out snagging all the Black Friday deals. Been there, done that. Once was enough. We were out on the trail, knocking off some of the southern miles of the North Country Trail that we hadn’t been able to get to this summer due to an abundant tick population.
By abundant, I mean ABUNDANT. I’m talking so many ticks that we were stopping every mile or so to lift our shirts and drop our pants to check for the little buggers. And we were finding plenty. So we gave up. We finished up our 100 miles for the year checking off miles to the north and miles in Pennsylvania and vowed to get back south once the ticks were off doing whatever it is ticks do in the winter. (Which is hanging out under leaves, apparently.)
With a dusting of snow on the ground and temps hovering in the low 30s, we drove southwest to the Baldwin (Michigan) area. As we stepped down the trail, to the beat of the occasional percussive retort of hunters’ rifles, I couldn’t help but look down repeatedly to confirm that we weren’t picking up ticks. (We picked off so many this summer that I seem to have acquired a bit of tick trauma.)
Having studied the map briefly before leaving home, I knew we would be traveling through a swampy area–the Sterling Marsh, to be specific. Trail conditions through marshes or swamps can vary wildly. Some areas have the occasional board tossed across the mushy ground. Once in a while, we’ve found ourselves creeping along a strategically placed log. And, now and then, we’ve been forced to get our shoes a little wet and muddy.
But here, in the Sterling Marsh, we found swampy trail perfection. The Spirt of the Woods Chapter of volunteers really knew what they were doing. There were thirteen numbered boardwalks, one of which was probably a 1/4-mile long.
Boardwalks happen to be one of our favorite things to encounter when hiking. (Along with moss-covered anything, pine needle-strewn paths, gnarly roots, snakes, deer…well, pretty much anything other than ticks.) We like to play a “Who can guess the number of boardwalks/bridges?” game whenever we’re hiking.
You’re probably wondering where the tiny, feral Spirit of the Woods comes into all of this. Here you go. Check out these photos:
We’ve done a lot of hiking. We live in the woods. We know animal footprints. But these? We’ve never seen anything like them before. They looked like tiny, child footprints. Occasionally, we could make out the shape of toes. I kid you not. But what would a child, barefoot no less, be doing out on a trail all alone? It’s a mystery to us, and, thus, the tiny, feral Spirit of the Woods was born.
As for books…here are two to which I recently listened:
I’m Sorry…Love, Your Husband by Clint Edwards–I follow Clint’s No Idea What I’m Doing: A Daddy Blog Facebook page and have had a lot of laughs at the stories he shares there. I appreciate how he works to destigmatize mental illness.
High Achiever: The Incredible True Story of One Addict’s Double Life by Tiffany Jenkin–I also follow Tiffany on Facebook. She also works to destigmatize mental illness. This was a tough one to listen to because it’s difficult to imagine her as the person she used to be when you’ve seen the person she is now.