Pushing North

Pushing ever further north. 

Freeways to highways, highways to county roads, county roads to township roads, township roads to dirt paths, a dirt path to a scratch in the woods and onto the water. So it was, every October weekend for as long as I can remember.

We lived our city lives, all the while growing a deep love for the woods and the water. What was a casual getaway on a weekend, grew into a yearning for something different. A longing for the peace and the serenity of a quieter life.

I saw ducks this morning, I didn’t shoot any of them and that is ok. I was able to be here in this place, and know that my adventures will be spent in the woods or on the water rather than behind a steering wheel chasing back and forth between the man I was and the man I get to be.