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October 2009 
the back
Posted on Aug 21st, 2007
by 
davie
davie
i know this feller whose
favourite pastime is
walkin through hay fields
with his eyes shut.
his wife tells me about how
one time he was moseyin
along like so and fell into the
pond out back of mr. hyde's
place.
turns out he's graduated to
blind-hiking in the forest hills.
i asked him how the hell
he avoids the trees and he
said, "shit, andrew, you can
see em if you look in the back
of yer mind instead of the front."
that's pretty cool, i thought,
even though (or perhaps
especially because) my name
ain't andrew.
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Long time ago, hiking through woods in central indiana with a friend who knew the ground… very, very dark, new moon, overcast, absolutely black out night, Dana led because he knew the way. Told me where to go and I followed along. He said “it's a narrow path, stay near the hillside.” We slept in an orchard and stole corn from a farm nearby in the morning, ate it raw and juicy off the cob (it was only two cobs of corn, we weren't greedy) and we hiked back in daylight, down the path on the edge of the cliff, not more than eight inches wide, with the enormous drop below to rock and creek.
Glad that all worked out.