“When you see a new trail or footprint you do not know, follow it to the point of knowing.”
………Uncheedahd, Santee Sioux
When I was a girl and my family went camping, my dad insisted we find the furthest site on which to land, beyond other car tracks and away from civilized improvements. He would drive the Ford Falcon station wagon past recommended perimeters in search of a spot without trace of other humans. It added to the experience, he thought.
We would pass many other campers along our way and though we kids were always pushing to end the journey and start adventures, he would continue further, not settling till we arrived at a place where we would be untethered and uninhibited.
To my way of thinking, the destination almost always merited the prolonged journey.
I remember those kind of places.
Places that were above tree line, on the other side of the rope, usually out-of-bounds and always hidden from view.
Places that seemed remote and untouched.
Places that took effort to find.
Places that took time to reach.
Places inched to with persistence and curiosity and without flash and whim.
Places arrived at by mastering the skill of steadiness and small steps.
Places reached by narrow course and not broad swath.
Those are my favorite kinds of places.
Further on, far from where everyone else stops, splendid, unknown places.
Places that are still in reach. Just reach.