26 Feb '13, 12pm
Between The Roads #lawyerology
Guard rails, barbed wire, and private-property signs deter the casual traveler from the enchantment that lies behind the fence. So, occasionally, I hurdle the enclosure, just to feel that sweet jab of adrenaline from breaking the rules. Maybe the consequences of getting caught are worth it? The tingling feeling of evasion certainly is, as I creep by the forbidden place, hand on dog’s collar bell, silenced. If I’m lucky I may catch a game trail, play on its twists and turns. Perhaps, the line is one I notice after a light dusting of snow reveals its sharp silhouette on the hillside. Better still, the land is trackless and I bound down its steep slopes distorting Neil Young’s “Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere” in my head to someone who must know this is somewhere… I do. The land owns me and when I surrender to go where it takes me, we reconnect.