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You might not believe in God, but God believes in you.

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Curious to see source references for statements in this article (but not enough to track down the book from which the article emanates).

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cgod Good you had the opportunity to refuse serving with telling him why AND the opportunity to restore his customer status later. 😉

Thanks ButterflyEffect. I have yet to try a long distance backpack trip, mostly I just only hike less than two miles from car to remote camping site. To reduce number of trips for setting up and taking down camp and to handle hefty weights I use a sled. I'll try to post a photo of it. It's fashioned from a plastic automotive oil change thing from Menard or either Home depot. Note if you ever try a sled use something rigid to pull the sled not just rope otherwise when you stop it might continue and bump your legs. keifermiller if that's not the direct URL to the photo I don't know what else. WanderingEng

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Nice work zebra2. Tho I am fresh out of Yamaha tx81zs.

That's a funny one there psychoticmilkman

Yeah probably if there's enough snow to warrant snowshoes then hiking without them would be even slower. And if the snow is like knee high or more the snowshoes could save you from life-threatening exhaustion, right?

Thanks for your trip report WanderingEng. A thought about bushwhacking BRSF - there are areas that look okay from a little distance but once you step in whoa you're in a swamp jumping from hummock to hummock or even worse an actual deep bog capable of trapping you underwater. Hopefully your topo map would indicate these areas. There are some wonderful higher ground areas in BRSF though, some the terrain is highly varied making for awesome views. One place from a ridge you look down across a half mile pot hole.

Years ago there was a lookout tower near dam 17 SW of hwy54 & n settlement road but last time I looked it was down. Maybe the tower got rebuilt I haven't been BRSF for over 3 yrs.

Edited to add that some of what I said above may apply to the adjacent county forest land rather than technically within the state forest, especially the bog, which is on the west side of the forest. I am trying to remember the name of the road coming down from hw54, I am getting Wildcat/Spangler Rd. When I looked down into the waters of that bog it blew my mind. The water was perfectly clear to see a jumble of (cedar?) logs dozens of feet deep. Scary and beautiful, like much of nature.

Thanks keifermiller I will try to follow those instructions

A dreamlike encounter with three feral dogs. Probably this was during the early 1980s or late 1970s. On the near southwest side of Chicago in the ruins of what had been the Union Stockyards. I was browsing thru piles of old lumber hoping to collect enough to board up the windows of an enclosed porch (to make it even more enclosed, keeping out some of the cold). I was a few hundred yds from a large building that had only been razed about maybe 60% - part of the remains were yet three or four stories high, but with no external wall. From that building I heard barking and howling so I put myself on alert and kept a stout stick in one hand because the sounds of the dogs scared me (but not sufficiently to run me off). After a few minutes I saw a trio of what appeared to be identical dogs. Whether they came from the site of that barking and howling I will never know. They were not typical urban feral dogs, not skinny or filthy or mangy or battle torn, no they seemed in perfect health – robust, muscular, confident, even poised. They walked along in single file as if they had some destination in mind, not looking around or smelling the ground or even the air. They ignored my presence (thank God) as they passed and walked away. As soon as they were a comfortable (for me) distance away, I gathered up my stuff and ran to my car and left that area.

Later, whether in a dream or while awake I cannot say, I perceived those three wild dogs as representing remnant indigenous humans who had survived centuries of attempted genocide by colonizers and had actually thrived in the ruins of the colonizers’ society.

Then to compose a song I combined the 3 dogs with another symbol of indigenous survival – a tumbleweed aka pomme de prairie I had seen growing thru a crack in the cement pavement of a city street.

The song:

I dreamed the city was ashes

I dreamed the countryside was dust

I saw an old woman sweeping up

She said they ain’t killed all of us

I ain’t going to tell nobody what 3 wild dogs showed me

But they showed me something I heard about from tumbleweed

I was walking down the street I saw tumbleweed growing up through the concrete

She said my seeds find the cracks and my roots find the earth

Okay I’ll tell everybody what 3 wild dogs showed me

They showed me something I heard about from Tumbleweed

It might be after a long time or it might be very soon

You made us live on your edges

But we will survive your ruin

We will thrive in your ruins

end of song

So that is where the alias troischiens (three dogs twah shahn) comes from.

I'll try one image at a time.

ButterflyEffect and WanderingEng and mk, I think maybe I've learned how to post images.

Nope, they are not getting embedded, just only showing the links.

Thanks WanderingEng for the story and for the snowshoeing tips.

I always have my snowshoes along on winter camp outings but so far have never trodden over about two miles at a time on them. I just bring them in case the sky decides to dump a huge load of snow while I am afield.