The guy in the middle is John Burroughs. He was as famous as John Muir, wrote naturalist articles for the Century Magazine back in the day. You know the other two. Burroughs was a walker. Big time. He was a farmer, but began writing and the writing made him money. He had a bad marriage. Seems the lady didn't believe in physical relations. (I had a wife like that once). So ole John went for a walk. There was a neighbor lady that liked him and they spent time together and after a while she gave birth to a baby boy, so one day out on ole John's walk, he went by and got his son and carried him back to his house and told his wife 'here's my boy, we're going to raise him' and she agreed. This is probably my favorite walking story. This, of course, raises a question about Wyeth and those 'Olga' paintings. Did he walk over? How far?
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