I grew up in a subdivision near some timber we used to run around in — my kid brother actually set fire to it one time, but the volunteers got it put out before much damage was done.
There really weren’t any trails, just tall grass to wander through. A train track went through the bottom of a gully. Kids on the other side of it lived in another subdivision that might as well have been in another state. Strangers to the kids on our side of the gully.
I’m pretty sure my first five-miler happened at summer Boy Scout camp at a place called Camp Wokanda.
So how about it, gang, how’d y’all get started at this dirt-walking thing?