Not to trivialize the Australians but to learn from and adapt my own song-less paths through the government allocated tracks of nature that are allowed to exist between massive expanses of cement (left).
I have to admit the sounds my internal voice makes while trotting around in the woods, is me at about 12 years of age. We camped a lot when I was young so the woods and I have always had our Songlines.
Here I find a drain. I must have ridden over this drain dozens of time but the Song today told me it starts at the end and this is the start of another post.
This is 1 of 4 drains I find today but the only picture and it's not a missed chord.
Now that I'm older I still feel like home in the woods and that's one of the reasons I like riding off the beaten path. Before I learned of trails, I'd take my ordinary mountain bike into the woods. So it's surprising that I've not explored my own backyard!
Here I find railroad tracks that are clearly abandoned yet I've never found them until today. It's a switch for two tracks and a control box.
I follow the tracks to the water and have an stroll on the beach. It's an obvious line of weakness through the heavily wooded parts of what I learn is a peninsula or better 'byland' ...
...and I'm not alone! This is a campsite of hobosapian and his primitive tools, the yard rake. They use it in a complicated nesting ritual when the wine runs out before the body.
I would not make a good Hobo, I would have used this tree about 600 feet
away. It was enourmous and if I had camping gear and a little better neighbor, I would have stayed the night.
For those that read this; For those that tend to take the bridges to nowhere; I encourage you to go over the top by going under. The views are better, I promise.
Get a bike and go for a ride! This is a humiliated bike but it's still better dead then trapped in your garage. RIP: Cannondale
Isn't this better for you as well?
I'm just preaching to the choir at this point. You already know your Songlines.