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The Weasel
Well, Wolf, actually I think I'm closer to a dozen years older than you, although I don't feel like it (except for today, with a rotten cold in Michigan), and I assume you started walking about 12 months into the life cycle. So let's say I was 13.
By that time, I'd probably backpacked something north of 600 miles in the prior 3 years, most of it from Scouting, including pretty big hunks of the Bruce Trail, several middlin' trails in Michigan, and one honkin' big (for a 12 year old) stretch of walking in Michigan's Porkies as well as other chunks of Southern Indiana and Western Michigan. My Scout troop didn't do much of what Scouts do now in terms of 'badge work' and all the rest of the very good, but different things, that happen today. We went camping for 3 days every month as a Troop, and usually 1-3 a month as a Patrol (northern Indiana didn't have much going for kids in the 50s other than basketball (winter) and Scouts (rest of year). And most of the trips involved getting driven to the end of the dirt road, dumped out, and walking for the rest of the time. And since our Scoutmaster was a Chief Master Sgt in the USAF who thought tents were for sissies, we just laid out (winter/summer, rain/shine) on the ground in our army down bags. And then got up and walked some more.
By the time you were starting long walking, about that age, I suspect, I probably had nother 700-1,000 miles down, but I've never kept track. And in the years after that, long hunks in a lot of places. But I don't have a mileage log; that wasn't the purpose. I've just always enjoyed seeing what the bear saw...on the other side of the hills. I think you do, too.
TW