When I started this blog a few months ago, I expected it to be more contemplative than combative. I wanted to increase the discussion about, and awareness of, quiet in the northwoods. The ATV issue kind of blew up out of nowhere, and we have to deal with it firmly. But I didn't want this blog to be JUST about that....
So, here is my new silent sport for the month of April in the Northwoods:
Pick a rainy, windy, miserable day. Drive around the northwoods until you find the telltale berm of an old logging road. Fight the aspen and brambles to get to the other side of the berm. Don't follow the row of balsam that came awake under the logging equipment (following old logging roads being a different sport altogether). Instead, stand just far enough that you can't see the road. Contemplate for a moment the few old beer cans that litter the ground. Take a deep breath, and remember that a lot of what is bothering you, doesn't really matter all that much.
Score one point if you have never seen this particular road before.
Score another point if you hear nothing but the sound of the wind.
Score one more if, for only a moment, your sense of being in the world changes. (Its OK if the change doesn't last)
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