Two Hour Wilderness: Big Walnut Preserve

Never follow frozen footprints. Photo by author To borrow the words of singer/songwriter Bob Seger, I had grown tired of my own voice. That was the only possible reason to explain why I found myself standing in slush, sliding down a steep hillside wondering if the plunge would stop before I reached the edge of a moderate-sized cliff.

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