The following is excerpted from the memoir Thousand-Miler: Adventures Hiking the Ice Age Trail, published this spring by the Wisconsin Historical Society Press and available at bookstores everywhere. A wide carpet of thick, green weeds unrolls before me, cascading down a steep ski hill. One step down the hill, and my right knee twinges. Two steps, and a warning flare of pain shoots up my leg. Three, and it nearly buckles beneath me. Shifting all my weight to my left leg, I stop and ponder my situation. Just three days into my journey, and I’m in trouble. Big trouble.
It all began late yesterday, when I was partway through the McKenzie Creek segment. Rounding a corner, I ran into a massive patch of overgrown wild raspberries. Nearly shoulder-high, the thick…
