On a recent northern Wisconsin camping trip, my sister and I set out on a bit of a trail running adventure. We headed out with the dogs to try a couple of trails mentioned briefly in our camping guide. The first one we stopped at followed the Peshtigo. We set out down a narrow, windy, and overgrown path (not the best combination, especially with two energetic mutts) and immediately began hopping thorns and downed trees on what was supposed to be a three-mile loop. Now, I enjoy a hard-core trail run; I don’t mind scraped calves and switchbacks, and I actually enjoy jumping logs, but when the trail has so many side trails that you don’t know which trail is the real trail and you end up dead-ending at water’s edge over and over, you begin to feel a bit like you are in the ground-hog day of trail runs and you just want out. So, that’s what we did. The heroic-explorer-adventurer feeling wore off quickly and it was probably best. The rumbling of “forest trucks” we kept hearing over the bridge through the trees were actually rolls of thunder out of an extremely dark western sky.
Tags: camping, nature, Running, trail running
A camping and running trip just says fun!