I was out and about doing errands in Dearborn. I met up with an old friend for a ride then once done with my task I decided to walk back to Detroit where I could catch the bus back home.
After taking what I considered a scenic route, I ended up running out of road to walk on because the service drive turned into the freeway. I however had already walked a mile and didn't want to walk a mile back so I pressed on.
I ended up walking through tall grass towards a place under the freeway bridge hoping it wasn't another highway as it was fenced off. I found a path to walk down which led to an opening in the fence. I walked through and saw tall hills far from me but directly in front was a small muddy stream. I thought about walking back the way I came because being here seemed like a bad idea but I pressed forward anyway.
Under a bridge to the west I noticed a man and his collection of items. The man obviously lived there and was making water in the stream. I quickly walked east, to avoid contact and being sighted by the man. I was headed towards what I believed to be my destination somewhere near Greenfield.
I observed the birds and insects around noting hawks, geese, ducks, butterflies, and whatever was rustling in the tall grass and in the stream. I walked on in the hot sun and contemplated crossing the stream because I concluded that I could reach my destination quicker that way. Behind me I noticed a group of men all on motorcycles quickly approaching on the other side of the stream. As they got closer I noticed they're all older white men. That made me suddenly more nervous, a natural instinct. I watched them pass by and snapped a few photos of them. Across the stream I noticed more men standing and talking and then noticed some sort of water release gate like in a dam. Further ahead on that side was a golf course.
I watched the bikers as they bobbed and weaved up and down on the causeway. I had hoped they would lead me to an exit but those dreams were dashed when I discovered I didn't want wet toes.
I walked on and grabbed a walking stick because a journey aint a journey without one. I walked nearly a mile down noticing that my way out was barred by tall weeds and a tall fence. In the weeds some creature stirred, rustling the bushes loudly. I looked but couldn't find the creature and was glad to keep it that way.
I walked under a quiet little shadowy bridge where I couldn't even spot a bird or any other sign of life besides graffiti. On the other side of the bridge I had hoped to find an exit and wasn't disappointed.
There were thick weeds all about but in the middle a path was made which made the walking path look more like a tunnel. I smiled at my fortune and walked up the path which quickly turned into a hill.
I dropped my stick and marveled at the civilization around me. I now saw where I was, it was some sort of flood control area. I looked around at the street signs and saw that I ended back at the street I first started on.
"How the hell did I end up back here? Stupid shortcut!"
