The Maze Of The Trails

“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.” — T.S. Eliot

There was no script.

The general plan was to head out Saturday morning for a long run on gravel roads, pushing myself over the rolling hills and embracing a morning in the country.

But a friend suggested we opt instead for an afternoon run at Maplewood State Park near Pelican Rapids, Minn., and I wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to run the maze of trails, especially on National Trails Day.

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Once there, we set off up a grassy hill and quickly found ourselves beneath the towering canopy of trees. During the next few hours, surrounded by the lush beauty of the park, my mind wandered as our steps kicked up deer. The turtles paid no attention to us. We stopped on a road, where a fawn stared at us and inched closer until it wobbled away.

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Pace didn’t matter. Mileage didn’t matter. Time on our feet gave me plenty of time to let the stress of life simply melt away in the peaceful outdoors. Afterward, a refreshing dip into Lake Lida washed away the salt and sweat.

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