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Enjoy the show. I grew up in Ohio in the 70s and me and my childhood friend Joe were outside all of the time we could manage it.

Joe lived on a farm that boarded a pretty big forest and my parents would drop me off in the morning and we'd stay in the

woods all weekend. We'd only come out for school. We loved pretending that we were frontiersmen.

We'd build shelters,

shelters, traps, practice making fire with sticks, the whole nine yards.

When we got to be in high school, we got this notion to pull a Stand By Me. This was based on the movie of the same

name that had just come out. The idea was that we would walk the railroad tracks out in the country.

But instead of looking for a Ted body, we'd find cool bridges to fish from and camp a little ways

off the tracks. Of course, we knew this was dangerous, and we'd likely be trespassing, but we were kids.

We had a lot of fun. We did find beautiful rivers. We discovered bridges that no one went to. We fished.

We hid from the trains. That night we camped in the woods just near the tracks and made small hidden fires. Nothing bad ever happened. It was

idyllic. In fact, it was so fun we did it multiple times. Never had a problem. After high school, me and Joe went our own ways.

We both left home, but always stayed in touch and always tried to coordinate visits

so that we would see each other occasionally.

One summer in the mid 90s, it worked out that we were both in town for about a week.

We'd do stuff with the family during the day, and at night, we'd either catch drinks at a bar or sit outside Joe's house around the fire and talk about the old days.

One night, me and Joe got to talking about our standby me trips.

Well, nostalgia and beer are a hell of a mix.

Soon we decided to take a day and walk the rails. We would camp one night and then walk home.

The day came and we started out early in the morning.

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