
My friend Rich Powell snapped this photo on the Trego Nature Trail when he drove up from Minneapolis for a visit
In an earlier post, I wrote about my attempt to slow down the pace of my life. After spending a week driving down country roads and walking a seventy-five-minute nature trail every day, I find myself naturally moving more slowly and breathing more deeply. It seems only natural to synchronize with nature in this way. I’ve never stayed at a cabin in the woods by myself before and I find that I like it much more than I expected to. I can already tell I’ll miss it when I return to “normal life” in a few days.
Before I arrived here a week ago, I was a little leery about not having TV, phone or Internet access at the cabin, but I’m managing just fine, thank you. I drive eleven miles to town every day where I can get wireless access at a grocery store. I can certainly see the benefits to not being online all the time: I’m spending more time reading, walking and just being. I don’t even mind waiting until the morning after baseball playoff games to learn who won; seems like ages ago when that was the rule instead of the exception.
A friend of mine told me recently that the wireless network she had been using at home suddenly became unavailable and she now has to go to the library to check her e-mail, which she may not do for two or three days at a time. Wow. Can’t imagine that. Then again, I don’t believe Henry David Thoreau had wifi either. I’ll have to research that.

The Namekagon River as seen from the Trego Nature Trail
I am definitely getting countrified. I went over to a neighbor’s cabin at ten o’clock on Saturday morning, slid on some hip-wader boots, stepped into the lake and helped him pull his metal dock onto dry land. Now, I know more about fourth-century Greek poetry than I do about pulling docks out of the water. And I know nothing about fourth-century Greek poetry. I didn’t even know docks were pullable! The laughable part is that we weren’t making any progress until I suggested that I move back a rung or two to get more leverage. That’s what did it! *does the happy country boy dance*
In the three days of cabin living left to me, I plan to savor it as best I can by spending even less time on the Internet and more time alone at the cabin or in the woods. I may not be the second coming of Grizzly Adams quite yet but I’m making progress!

This is why I'm in no hurry to return home. I see this gorgeous sight every day on the Trego Nature Trail.
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October 13, 2010 at 6:06 AM
So did ya really go wild and crazy and grow a beard?
October 13, 2010 at 7:59 AM
I am indeed a wild and crazy guy, Kim, but, alas, a beardless one.
October 13, 2010 at 8:01 AM
Lovely pics! Up here in the Yoop, it’s an ‘everywhere’ moment, if one is observant and in ‘sync’ with nature. What a gift, ey?
This past summer, living at our log camp on the rocky shoreline of Lake Superior, I found myself naturally disconnecting from the internet, although we did have service. I used it, but not as frequently as when we live in town. Spent my time outdoors, picking berries, fishing, making jams and jellies. Gathering the abundant harvest…
So happy for you to have this interlude and then take those precious moments of beauty back to the Twin Cities with you to cherish, revisit, and serve as gateways to blissful meditation.
October 13, 2010 at 8:30 AM
That sounds wonderful, Barbara, especially the summer gathering part!
October 14, 2010 at 12:56 PM
Thank you for sharing your adventure, and for those of us with ‘cabin in the woods’ memories, for helping us to re-visit them! The smell of freshly perked coffee at dawn, a chorus of birds, loons and silence, and the faint glow of the rising sun on a little rural lake come to mind. Nice.
October 14, 2010 at 1:07 PM
You forgot the part about the mouse in the garbage can and getting into my food like last night, MNCyn! Oh well, comes with the territory, I guess!