The North Shore’s got everything you want on most days, but every once in a while you have to hit the trail. If not in reality, then in imagination. Or better, in literature.
This is even more important if you have the habit of working out on a treadmill every morning while reading your Kindle. Time spent there becomes less boring when the book’s good.
But, sometimes you just can’t find the next escapist adventure and you reach for an old standby, one you’ve read several times before. Literary friends say this is a dubious choice—there’s always something new and you shouldn’t retrace your steps. But, what’s more symbolic of retracing steps than walking on the treadmill every morning, getting nowhere fast?
So you turn to a favorite, the Pulitzer Prize-winning “Lonesome Dove” by Larry McMurtry, written in 1985 about a Texas-to-Montana cattle drive in 1876. It takes you over well-traveled ground, sure, but every time you hit that trail you see things you missed on previous trips. Enough typing. The treadmill calls and so does McMurtry’s story…
The herd’s restless to get moving, the cowboys are waving you forward to join them, the snakes, bears and battles of the old West lie ahead, and the North Shore will soon be eating your dust as you gallop off on another adventure with the “Lonesome Dove” crew.
And there’s nothing lonesome about it; you’re among old compadres, ducking arrows and bullets, falling for frontier women, swapping jokes around the campfire, watching the sun rise over the lone prairie and enjoying being back in the saddle again.