A couple weeks ago Jack and I went out for what was supposed to be a short walk to the park.  What we ended up doing was strolling for just over two miles, starting at our house, moving along to the park, then the lake, where we meandered at a leisurely pace, skipping rocks on Lake Michigan, watching fisherman pull tiny (and allegedly edible) perch, and chatting, talking about whatever a man and his four year-old son talk about when they have time and nothing to distract them.

We called it The Long Walk, a trek we've since completed twice, sometimes taking as long as three hours to get home.