Wet Socks and Old Trails

Wet Socks and Old Trails

I took a hike Sunday afternoon at Versailles State Park. That sentence doesn’t sound like much by itself. People hike at state parks all the time. They walk a few miles, look at the trees, maybe complain about a hill or two, and then go home. But some places are never just places. Annie, her mother, and I walked 3.54 miles through the woods. Some parts were familiar. A lot of them were not. That’s one of the strange things about going back to a …