The song of a wood thrush deep in the forest. Soft air with gently building humidity. A path moist enough to hold footsteps but not sloppy enough to leave me with muddy shoes. It was a peach of a walk … until I noticed the detour signs.

Roadways aren’t the only thoroughfares to be closed for repairs in the summer. One of my most trusty circular trails is down for the count.

Most of the paths I walk are out-and-backs, which makes this loop all the more attractive. But yesterday, it became an out-and-back too.

A walker in the suburbs must have some obstacles to surmount. Yesterday, this was mine.