This past weekend we travelled up to act as ultra-marathon support crew. Why anyone would volunteer to run 50+ miles is beyond my rational thought capacity. We were there to make sure they didn’t die on the trail or in the cabin after they finished the race (they did and it only took a little over 12 hours).
As they ran, my lady friend and yours truly decided to hit the local trails as were in the scenic bits of Michigan in and around the Manistee National Forest. I had never been to Michigan so I had no damn idea what the hiking was going to be like.
We covered ten miles of trails, ate a pretty good (albeit quasi-sketchy looking) mom and pop diner with great lemon and coconut cream pie, and explored the local color between checking in the runners at the halfway point and collecting them at the end of the race.
The first item of interest was the ground. It was sandy. Like really sandy. I know we were close to Lake Michigan, but I had no idea the ground would be that soft and basically just dirty sand. It was wyrd.
A ton of moss and ferns covered the forest floor in these parks. Different than back home and a cool look.
Next was the utter lack of noise. The two trails we hiked were almost silent. The lack of animal noises and even chirpy birds was strange. Besides a few bits of banter we usually walk quiet in the hope of seeing some living breathing nature. It was strange to see and hear the absence of it. Sure there were a smattering of woodpeckers, a lone black squirrel, a trio of deer and a lone inch worm; we saw nothing ad hear even less. The lack of sound was really strange, but maybe that is common…..or the forest is haunted!
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| Here is that clearing that the adventuring party always seems to stumble upon. Thankfully, there were no goblins or ogres. |