This morning, as I was hiking through Tonto National Forest in Arizona, I was reminded of the 36 mile hike we did in northern England a few years back. It was October and the weather was cool, the fields were still green, the cows and sheep were doing what they do best, eating and it only rained every other day. It was the best trip I have ever done with the Society of American Travel Writers.
In England, easements for public travel are granted by landowners and there are trails everywhere. Every farmer that had fences to cross or walls of stone that need to be transversed, built a ladder or stone steps over the barrier for the convenience of the hiker. Many dated back hundreds of years. There were aisles lined in wild plants between pastures for us to walk in. At times we followed the old Roman Road which was six soldiers wide and still in good condition. By the time we hiked into James Harriet Country we were traveling on country roads. It was a hikers dream.
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