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Along the Northern Lakefront
Beginning with my early adult life in Arizona, taking walks has always been very important and rewarding for me. Whether it was on the many paths of Dreamy Draw Mountain Preserve in Phoenix, Soldier’s Pass in Sedona, the lanes along the Arizona Canals, or even the quiet streets of Sonoran Mountain Ranch, I always enjoyed the opportunity to walk and talk with my thoughts. Morning or late evening, feeling the springtime warmth or the approaching season of Fall was absolutely soul lifting. And, as much as, I have enjoyed a lifetime of swimming, whenever the occasion afforded it, walking is truly the finest form of exercise for the body and the mind. I must say, those who walk for the health benefits and yet listen either to music or a podcast are, in my estimation,
missing out on the richest part of the experience. To clear one’s mind. And now, living in the Finger Lakes of New York, the richness of village life during the four seasons coupled with unparalleled sights and sounds when taking long walks, has sent me back home to the spirit of my life growing up among the brave working class of the Ohio River Valley north of Pittsburgh. As James Taylor sang, “Sunny days I thought would never end.” And by the grace of the Good Lord, I now understand that they never did. Even when it rained.
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By Michael PerssonBeginning with my early adult life in Arizona, taking walks has always been very important and rewarding for me. Whether it was on the many paths of Dreamy Draw Mountain Preserve in Phoenix, Soldier’s Pass in Sedona, the lanes along the Arizona Canals, or even the quiet streets of Sonoran Mountain Ranch, I always enjoyed the opportunity to walk and talk with my thoughts. Morning or late evening, feeling the springtime warmth or the approaching season of Fall was absolutely soul lifting. And, as much as, I have enjoyed a lifetime of swimming, whenever the occasion afforded it, walking is truly the finest form of exercise for the body and the mind. I must say, those who walk for the health benefits and yet listen either to music or a podcast are, in my estimation,
missing out on the richest part of the experience. To clear one’s mind. And now, living in the Finger Lakes of New York, the richness of village life during the four seasons coupled with unparalleled sights and sounds when taking long walks, has sent me back home to the spirit of my life growing up among the brave working class of the Ohio River Valley north of Pittsburgh. As James Taylor sang, “Sunny days I thought would never end.” And by the grace of the Good Lord, I now understand that they never did. Even when it rained.