The Hiker

Yes, we are a family of hikers. Where we came from walking, running or hiking was a way of life and necessity. There are so many stories, too many...its hard to stay focused on just one.

My dad, Russell Heiderman, grew up on a farm next to Lothery Creek in Ripley County, Indiana. (Ok, that is probably not spelled correctly, however, I will change the spelling as soon as I find out the correct one.)
He said the Creek was a way of travel for him from very early childhood. He walked it, he fished it, he hunted it and he ice skated to school on it in the winter time. Russell said he escaped to the creek as any youngster did in the summertime to find quick relief from the summer's hot sun and hummidity. Being a lad growing up on a farm didn't leave much time for that, but providing fish for the table was always kindly looked upon.

Dad knew that walking was not only pleasurable but healthy. So, it wasn't unusual for him to walk at least two miles daily even the day before he fell to Heaven...that's another story.