Cold temps, gloomy skies, blustery wind, and snow could not keep us cooped up in the house on Sunday afternoon. The dogs, having not hiked with us much over the summer due to the tick population explosion of recent years, were frantically excited about the prospect of a ride in the car and the promise of a hike. I was excited about the prospect of a piece of pumpkin cheesecake from Olive Garden after our outdoor excursion. (I was also excited to walk somewhere new but was a little apprehensive about whether I’d be freezing the entire time.)
In a nod to the wind and near-freezing temps, I donned three pairs of socks, two pairs of pants, three shirts, a winter coat, gloves, a hat, and hiking boots. Shocker…I was still cold. I would have worn my face mask, but vanity won out.
Note to self: Better to look like a bank robber than have a frozen nose.
We didn’t hike the NCT this time. In fact, I’m not sure you could call what we did hiking. Some might call it “urban hiking.” I prefer to call it was it was. It was a walk. On pavement. Around a lake. Actually just part of a lake. Someday we’ll return and walk the entire 4 miles around the lake, but Sunday was not the day for that. (Thank you time change and ridiculously early sunset.)
We chose the recently completed Boardman Lake Trail in Traverse City for our walk. The new bridges took us out over the water. They were covered with snow, which presented an interesting challenge for Luna. She wanted to pull so as to get over the bridge as quickly as possible. But when she pulled, her feet slipped out from under her.
We saw a large amount of waterfowl, including more swans in one place than I’ve ever seen before, as we were treated to rapidly changing weather. There was snow. There was sun. There was a suspiciously grey sky that threatened more snow.
After returning to the car, we drove to Petsmart so Neville could experience his first shopping trip. How neglectful we’ve been to have not taken him shopping even once in the first five years of his life. Luna, who hasn’t been shopping much herself, was taken aback by both sets of automatic doors. Neville, our nervous fellow, seemed a bit uncertain about the entire experience. His tail remained in the “I’m not having a good time” position as we wandered the aisles in search of some tasty treats. Both dogs get an A+ for the day, though, due to their surprising ability to totally ignore the little dog yipping at them in the checkout lane.
To all the little dog people out there: Sorry, I simply don’t understand the allure of a tiny dog. (I hope that’s not too controversial to say. Again, I’m sorry.) I told Hubby that if we get to the point in our lives where we can’t have a large dog, it’ll be time to adopt a cat again.
After Petsmart, we were off to Olive Garden to pick up my cheesecake. I know. I know. I’ve said many times that I’m cutting out sugar. But pumpkin cheesecake is only available for a limited time and my willpower is only so great. I ordered it, vowing to make it my last piece of cheesecake for the season. (Note that a new season begins in just over a month, and The Cheesecake Factory is only an hour and a half away.) I inspected my sugary treat before we left the parking lot and was slightly dismayed to note that there was no whipped topping. Perhaps, I thought, whipped topping doesn’t do well with take-out and that’s why they left it off. Fine. I’ll get over it. I suppose.
But then…
We got home. I pulled the cheesecake from the fridge after dinner and realized they’d also left off the caramel sauce. All I had was a sad, naked piece of cheesecake that was hardly worthy of Last Cheesecake of the Season status.
Note to Olive Garden: Our relationship has now been severely strained. You nearly lost me when you discontinued the White Chocolate Raspberry Cheesecake. This latest debacle…there are no words.
As for books…
I may have mentioned that the next best thing to going hiking myself was reading about someone else’s hiking adventures. Yes, that can sometimes be true. Then I read Thru and Back Again: A Hiker’s Journey on the North Country Trail by Luke Jordan. And now I disagree with my original premise.
It wasn’t that I didn’t find his recollection of his time hiking the NCT interesting. I did, in the sense that I liked seeing sections we’d hiked in Michigan and Pennsylvania through someone else’s eyes. What I didn’t enjoy, and it’s what I don’t enjoy about our own high-mile hikes, is that when you’re ticking off mile after mile, you miss some of the wonder. You miss the little things along the way. You miss the tiny mushrooms, the wildflowers, just soaking in the beauty of a moss-line trail. Sure, you notice them. Your eyes take them in, your brain registers them, but you don’t really have the time to crouch down to SEE them.
I did find the author’s epilogue relatable. In it, he recounts the challenges of returning to his regular life after spending more than 200 days on the trail. Last month, Hubby and I went on vacation and spent three days hiking in Pennsylvania and a couple days walking trails and along the beach in Florida and Georgia. We encountered few people, especially in Pennsylvania, and much of our time was spent in the quiet of nature. At the end of our vacation, we attended a family wedding in Florida. The wedding noise–dance music, chatter of talking, etc–was almost overwhelming. And that was after just a week of near solitude. I can only imagine what I’d feel like after 200 days of minimal human interaction and the quiet of the trail.
I do now have a few more places to add to my ever-growing list of places I want to visit after reading about them in his book. I hope to one day visit Watkins Glen State Park and Robert H Treman State Park in New York. I also think I’d like to climb Mt Marcy, though the reviews on All Trails have me thinking I’m going to find myself in a muddy mess.