The trail I walk is really only an old cow trail...sometimes just a dusty path made by cattle, and sometimes it is just muddy ruts cut deep by cattle's sharp hooves. The trail is even, on occasions in the cold months of the year, covered with snow or ice.
When I write about cattle trails I am reminded of the trails of the old west such as the Chisholm Trail and the Goodnight-Loving Trail. Oh my, wouldn't that have been something to have seen? As Ed Bruce wrote in The Last Cowboy Song, "We'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here."
But, it is a sure fact that I do, indeed, walk where the cattle walk. They know the best trails, so I just follow those trails, add a few loop-de-loops and there it is ~ Miss Chip's Trail, which is what I first called it. And, we will just keep hoping that this simple old trail is never covered in concrete as much of the old Chisholm Trail now is.
I never know what to expect when I head out each morning. No two days are the same for life goes on and things change, even while we sleep. Yes, even the trail! Why, just this morning, Millie and I had to detour around an old fallen log. It was a dead pine that lightening had struck a few years back. I knew it would fall one day, so yesterday was the day.