#1442
That Meandering Kitten
I recount my early solo hiking adventures, beginning as a child who packed simple supplies like sweet cherry juice and various snacks, along with an assortment of knivesâfolding, hunter, butterfly, and even a quirky switchblade. I describe using binoculars, a camera, and the need to develop film, noting that many photos from thirty years ago are lost. I mention practical tips such as closing pant legs and securing a shoelace for style. The narrative follows my trek away from civilization into clearings or hills, one of which felt like a mountain but was modestâyet the journey covered 9,000 feet, comparable to Everestâs height in scale. I reflect on later hikes, discovering WWII bunkers near a bridge and shortcut swim spots, exploring NewâŻYork with Lady Liberty, visiting Michiganâs highways, biking the i275 trail, and experiencing Nordhouse Dunes, ending with memorable nights in oversized tents during thunderstorms.






















