My husband and I have been enjoying a few days alone in Michigan. We came up for a wedding, but afterwards, we traveled across the state to see Mrs. Doglvrs and Penguin Patrol, then back to the Detroit area to meet a different group of boxers. We really enjoyed everyone we met; I was just a bit sad because our wedding-related obligations prevented us from doing much boxing in the area.
Well, Edoard fixed all that...canceling our flight and giving us an extra day and a bit in Detroit. So today we set off to find some different boxes. All told, we found eight. But, when I got dressed this morning, I had put on my Birkenstock-like sandals (they're Campers, my new favorite brand), to wear on the plane--so that's the footwear I was sporting. At Kensington Metropark (which was great), we found terrific boxes, but went all over the park, walking all told about 6 miles. (Let's just say that I strongly believe that when you list hike lengths you should definitely mention if that's the round-trip or one-way length). By the end of it, my feet were aching...no matter how comfortable the sandals (and these are wonderful), they're not made for hiking.
Of course, we were starving when we finished, so we went off to dinner at a brewpub (the carrot at the end of the long hike). At one point, I looked down and my feet were 6 shades darker than the rest of my legs (they were that dusty)...good thing none of the other diners were looking at my feet!
A journey through the woods and urban jungle in search of rubber stamps hidden in pieces of plastic.
On The Trail
What's Around the Corner?
About Me
- Laura
- I write, sometimes even for money, but usually not. I cook; I avoid cleaning if possible. I do the New York Times Crossword Puzzle every day. I carve my own rubber stamps and do assorted things with them, including letterboxing. I occasionally get riled up about something or other. I lean left, but I like dialog and respectful debate.
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