Do you hear that sound? That unmistakable sound of cars, appliances, an air conditioner, and if you’re lucky, an espresso maker?
Yes. It’s the Call of the Mild.
Ok, so civilization can be a good thing. But every once in a while, it’s natural to want to go back to a simpler time. When men were men and they looked a lot like a young Daniel Day-Lewis in buckskin clothing carrying a really long black powder rifle and sporting impossibly well-kept shoulder-length hair.
Sometimes you just want to, as my brother-in-law says, “throw off the IKEA nesting instinct.” Which apparently is a line from a movie I’ve never seen in which the only good thing about the movie was that line.
So, my two brother-in-laws and I decided to go into the wilds of Arkansas on the Ozark Highlands Trail.
Don’t laugh. It can get pretty wild. Hey, it even has its own National Geographic article, http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2008/10/ozark-trail/white-text .
We decided to do about 45 miles in just over three days. Didn’t sound too hard.
We were wrong.