Thursday, Michelle and I wanted to attend an evening event in town, so I decided to walk into Haines in the afternoon.
I’ve done it once before. That day, I’d loaned my car to a friend to take some people to Canada for a rafting trip. Someone from the group was supposed to drive the car back to Mud Bay, so I had to walk the whole way—I couldn’t accept any rides, because I needed to flag this person down as soon as I saw our car. I had so many offers, and turned them all down, walking about 7 miles from where we park on the roadside to town (not counting the initial 1 ¼ mile hike to the road from the cabin).
I figured someone would pick me up for sure this time. I’d get a decent walk, and catch a ride before I got too tired.
What I didn’t take into account is that I’ve walked very little lately, while recovering from the flu. So, it was a little harder than I expected. Nevertheless, I listened to an audiobook as I hiked, (see Voices in My Head) and the miles seemed to fly past. At first, anyway . . . .
