>>902629Will do!
>>902634The kind woman, Amber, dropped me off at the head of the Western Reserve Greenway trail the next day, which I followed many miles south, parallel to route 11. It's pretty much a paved bike path. I met a man on the trail who I chatted with, who told me about the Grand River, and how the Native Americans used follow it during their migrations south during the winter. I decided that I'd check it out, and off I went. After walking some more miles south, I decided to head west on some unknown road to see if I could find the Grand river. At this point it was about mid-day, and checking my map, I knew it wasn't more than a 5 miles, and that I could reach it by nightfall.
After walking west, I found another road heading south. After following it a few miles, I noticed an abandoned, overgrown lot, and decided it was as good a place as any to cut through. Overgrown was an understatement; there was an ATV trail, but the lot soon devolved in to wilderness. I kept going, trudging through nearly two miles of massive ferns, foot-deep muck, and over fallen, rotting trees. Finally, I made it to the river, which, as it turns out, was not really that "Grand". It was maybe a two hundred feet across, but Grand enough nonetheless. I'd made it to my destination.
I was lucky enough to come out of the brush relatively near a rickety wood bridge; the kind you'd see in some scooby-doo shit (pic related). At this time, the sun was just about to set, so I was thankful to find a place to camp that was flat, with some trees nearby. The woman that had last treated me to a meal had given me a tarp to string up over my one-man tent to further aid my comfort.
I finished setting up my camp site just as night fell and it began to rain.
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