Rock Scrambling

I scrambled over enormous rocks, some the size of cars and buses, left by the receding Wisconsin glacier 12,000 years ago. The trail map said the route we were on was “steep and treacherous,” which encouraged us to keep going to see just how steep and just how treacherous. The woods were quieter than anyplace I’d ever been, yet in my dreams the rocks are calling me to return.

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