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my first step in the parks in my first pair of shoes

steps in the parks somewhere in the middle

my last step in the parks in my last pair of shoes

with all of this stepping into the parks

i thought it was be easy and interesting

to look back and see just how far i had walked

using multiple sources

and multiple attempts

it turned into quite an impossible task

as each park was shaped differently

i had walked in no particular pattern

and converting the 2061.6 total acres into distance

proved to be a bit more complicated than i expected.

s0me of my early rough calculations

(having dinosaurs on the paper seemed fitting)

scenes of me asking the big questions

with no definitive answers

i went to my daughters

who tried to create an algorithm for me

but they again pointed out that i had no consistent shape of the acreage

nor did a have a consistent path of travel through them

i then went online to an international group

of physicists, mathmeticians, engineers, etc. to seek their answers

here is a sampling:

after walking 2,061.6 acres of parks, how far have I traveled in distance?

and :

There is no way to tell. You tell us areas but not distances, nor do you give us times or velocity.

i have decided that according to my calculations

my final answer is that i traveled pretty far

during the time i spent covering the 2,061.6 acres 

and interesting coincidence

the last park on the list

the last steps i took

were in a park at the top of the very street 

where i first lived in ann arbor

in my rattletrap apartment with no money

when i moved here at age 40

having quit my job to go to grad school

and change the course of my life

this long journey with it’s twisty and immeasurable path

had somehow led me straight home.

‘only those who will risk going too far

can possibly find out how far one can go.’

– t.s. eliott

melt.

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‘now autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods

and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.’

-william allingham

tonight will be my visit to the last ann arbor park

one day before my goal of halloween

it will be bittersweet to end this adventure

 watch for my story this weekend.

 

don’t forget.

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what a lovely coincidence

that on this day

as i continue on my city parks journey

and drive through a neighborhood

i am lost

until

i come to the intersection of

pamela and patricia

the names of

my two sisters

one still with us

 one gone forever

and today –

her birthday

i look ahead to find

they’ve led me

to the beautiful park right in front of me.

“don’t forget to leave your handprints on the ones you love

and your footprints around the neighborhood.”
― lisa c. miller

forts.

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bird hills park

dolph park

dhu varen park

eberwhite woods park

loving all the forts, both big and small that i’ve discovered as i continue my journey through the ann arbor parks. forts are very sacred places. lots of heart and hard work go into the making of them – special spaces to meet and hang out with your gang.

(i’m about half way through the parks now -through the letter ‘i’)

– 80 down and 80-ish to go!  –

onward.

“i have a lot of growing up to do. i realized that the other day inside my fort. “

-zach galifianakis

 

getting out of woodstock.

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beatnikhighway.com

it took

3 cars

2 buses

1 plane

and

a gaggle of

very friendly people

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like

blogger friend/ sports/movie/ music/life stories writer

syracuse mark

of

https://markbialczak.com

and

his lovely wife, karen

who met me along the way

to

share a lively dinner

and

a leg of the journey with me

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and

of course

my final psychedelic trip back through the airport 

to find my way home again

after woodstock.

“so it’s been kind of a long road,

but it was a good journey altogether.”

-sidney poitier

image credit: life magazine, beatnik highway

leaving.

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“there is a time for departure

even when there is no certain place to go.”

– tennessee williams

when i stop at the light on this corner

 what i see

is

always different

yet

always the same

this is the stop 

where you get on the bus

and

go straight to the airport

i’ve seen people

hugging

crying

laughing

talking

celebrating

calling

texting

alone 

together

worried

whispering

excited

wondering

so many different goodbyes

and

i sometimes wonder

what they say to each other

just before

one steps 

onto that bus

and

one is left  behind

on the sidewalk

they all have a story and a reason 

maybe to return to somewhere or someone

maybe for an adventure

maybe to see the world

maybe to leave a bad situation behind

maybe to meet someone for the first time

maybe to get better

maybe to help someone

maybe to realize a dream

maybe they’re not yet sure

but there is one thing that is certain

someone is leaving

and

someone is coming.



”the best things said come last. people will talk for hours saying nothing much and then linger at the door with words that come with a rush from the heart. “

-alan alda

take your time, meander, get lost, explore, take risks, fall down, get up again and discover amazing things along the way.

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intelligent optimist

image credit: the intelligent optimist magazine

I do not seek. I find. – Pablo Picasso


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and so we went to find art.

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and after we ran so far,

and climbed so many stairs,

we could see the sky.

and there we found

a beautiful stone lion waiting for us.

we must have climbed to the top of the world.

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and we were in the clouds.

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Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.  ~Twyla Tharp

head south. hit the equator. keep heading south. you’ll get there at some point.

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leaving tomorrow to spend some time down under in australia.

 i plan to enjoy a bit of r & r.

 i’ll be posting in between adventures. 

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