Most of the hiking I did as a child was actually bush-wacking through Utah's rough underbrush or strolling through tumbleweed-infested "meadows." There were no designated "trails" or developed areas for recreation where I grew up. We simply headed out into the wild to play and wander in our jeans and heavy hiking boots. I never had the patience to stay with my family as they deliberately mulled the landscape in hopes of unearthing thoughtfully chipped flint or fragments of clay. Their patience was usually rewarded, but I preferred to make rambling patterns with my quicker steps. I don't remember what occupied my mind back then, just that I enjoyed mulling the landscape in my own way.