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The Dexter Border 2 Border Trail

Only a few days after we moved to Dexter, John discovered a B2B trail that started in Dexter and went several miles out to Huron Metropark.  I can still remember how excited he was to tell me about it when I was at Interlochen.  He was jumping in adjoining Mill Creek after every run to cool off.  When I got back, I started walking it immediately.

It's a great "trail".  It really is a mile-long boardwalk that connects to a paved footpath that winds through forests and meadows.  It's almost perfectly flat, and it comes with a porta-potty a couple miles out that is always stocked well with toilet paper.  I've walked it through both negative winter temperatures and arctic winds as well as through oppressive humidity and sun.  It feels like the best times to walk it are in spring and fall, but I must admit that I've gotten used to the harsh winter months.  It's really the best way to get into a winter, Narnia-like forest, and I rarely see anyone else out so it's quiet and still.

Knowing that our time is coming to a close in this area, I took some pictures last night when Cherry and I went for a five-mile walk.  Just this week, knowing that she's missing running around our lands and acres, I decided to start walking with her.  Turns out, she's a great little walking buddy (with the exception of barking dogs which send her into an attacking frenzy), and I feel like it's good closure to this time in my exercising life.











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