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fifty walks, walk six
I spent the whole week doing census work up North and about mid week my prescribed route landed me in a town I’d heard about but had never thought I would visit, let alone knock on every single door: Eaglesham. If you’re googling the name of your town and come across this post then yeah:…
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fifty walks, walk five
Let’s call this one the Watino Waltz. I’ve had a lot of time behind the wheel of a car this week contemplating why I’m up in the nothern parts of the province, but it comes down to democracy. Every few years the government does some serious work that helps turn the wheels of our democracy,…
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fifty walks, walk four
I’m going to (mostly) skip over the part where the straight face I mentioned in my last walking post re:spring fell and we had another few days of chilling winter weather. Instead, I just jump right into the idle decision that the day had improved enough that I’d just keep walking when I set out…
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fifty walks, walk three
One of these days I’ll be able to tell you it is actually spring and keep a straight face. Once again my rhythm of walks was temporarily interrupted by a resurgence of winter. I don’t want to suggest I’m incapable of winter walking, but two things happen when we get a fresh batch of spring…
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fifty walks, walk two
Winter returned temporarily, and not that it should have stopped me from going out for a long stroll, but I’ll honest: I imagined this thing, at least the first few iterations, as some kind of romantic spring stroll as I shred the bonds of winter and embraced the last summer of my forties. Then it…
Category: running & adventure
My sport involves feet and trails and moving one quickly across the other.