Uh-oh, Bad Title Alert...

I thought it was a breathtaking stroke of genius calling my blog "These boots are made for walkin'" (especially in purple font) ,but I have since discovered about 3,786 other blogs similarly titled. Who was it sang that song? She's got a lot to answer for, that's all I can say. Anyway, I now blaze forward under a new banner.
Impressed to see that Alba (see previous post) has the courage to meet the considerable challenges of the hallway, where unseen dangers may be found at every turn, and mortal wounds sustained: her derring-do far exceeds that of Vicki and myself, who prefer the tranquillity of the bush.

Why walk?

That's a fair question: why walk in wild places? Trains, planes and automobiles can take us nearly anywhere we want to go, much faster too.
I recently heard several walkers talking on an ABC Radio Eye program. One talked about walking in the Wollemi and the Blue Gum Forest. Another, amazingly, walked right across the Simpson Desert, dragging a sled across the sand with the supplies that would keep him alive. Another talked about Mungo National Park, over on the far west side of New South Wales. Another talked about the Larapinta Trail, west of Alice Springs. And the Overland Track in Tasmania, linking Cradle Mountain with Lake St Clair.
The best way to connect deeply with these majestic places is on foot. Driving through them is like getting a 2-paragraph summary of a novel. Flying over them can be jaw-droppingly amazing, but it's still a summary, albeit full of design elements and geological formations you don't see any other way. Only by walking in a place can you intimately know it and respect it. I want to talk about some of the places I've walked, in this blog.
Do you walk in wild places? Why do you?