At first glance, our road, our class five dirt road, ends in a cul-de-sac with two gravel and dirt driveways spoking off from it into the woods.
In truth, our road does not end, it merely transforms into a class six road which quietly leads off between those ways.
Class six means, “If you have a team of horses and a logging sledge, you’re probably fine.”
It does not mean, for example, “It would be a great idea to try to get through with your four wheel drive vehicle.”
I have promised myself the pleasure of walking this part of the road for over twenty years, but there’s something that holds me back. I’ve been down a couple of times, maybe for a hundred yards, but always an excuse comes to me – too many swamp bugs as the way leads down, down to a very wetland.
I made it down those first hundred yards this morning.
What holds me back?