{"id":4883,"date":"2018-01-11T09:24:38","date_gmt":"2018-01-11T09:24:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/2018\/01\/11\/the-walls-of-red-wing\/"},"modified":"2018-01-11T09:24:38","modified_gmt":"2018-01-11T09:24:38","slug":"the-walls-of-red-wing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/2018\/01\/11\/the-walls-of-red-wing\/","title":{"rendered":"The Walls of Red Wing"},"content":{"rendered":"

A bum knee sent me to the hot tub yesterday afternoon for a long soak.  There I struck up a conversation with a 20-year-old grandson of a neighbor.  He hails from Minnesota like seemingly half of the people I meet here this time of year.  "Which town?," I asked. "Red Wing" was the reply. And then I remembered the old Dylan tune, "The Walls of Red Wing," from his topical\/protest period, about a boys' reform school. The kid knew about the correctional facility<\/a> at Red Wing, and he had heard of Bob Dylan.  But I knew that Dylan could not be a profitable topic of conversation, popular music appreciation being a generational thing.<\/span><\/p>\n

So we turned to hiking. He wanted to climb The Flatiron<\/a> but his grandmother said, "not on my watch." The wiry, fit kid could easily have negotiated it. So I recommended Hieroglyphic Canyon and Fremont Saddle<\/a>, hikes to which his overly protective granny could have no rational objection. <\/span><\/p>\n

Music is a generational thing, or at least popular music is. But such pursuits as hiking, backpacking, hunting, and rafting bring the men of different generations together. The old philosopher and the young adventurer came away from their encounter satisfied.<\/span><\/p>\n

Here<\/a> is Joan Baez' angel-throated rendition, and here<\/a> is that of the man himself.  Here I am in Peralta Canyon on the descent from Fremont Saddle:<\/span><\/p>\n

\"Peralta<\/p>\n

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A bum knee sent me to the hot tub yesterday afternoon for a long soak.  There I struck up a conversation with a 20-year-old grandson of a neighbor.  He hails from Minnesota like seemingly half of the people I meet here this time of year.  "Which town?," I asked. "Red Wing" was the reply. And … Continue reading “The Walls of Red Wing”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[92,167,132,18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4883","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-autobiographical","category-dylan","category-hiking-and-backpacking","category-music"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4883","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4883"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4883\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4883"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4883"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4883"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}