One of my favorite places to hike is just a short trip down the road from where I live. The dusty gravel road opens into a little parking area that takes hiker up an old Forest Service road and through a towering stand of red pines. It’s quiet there, near silent, with only the sound of the wind rushing through millions of pine needles.
It was the perfect quiet, off-the-beaten-track place to hike.
Until this summer.
I set out on the trail one evening only to find obnoxious beeping, bri...
Published on January 05, 2021 09:53