Ever since I can remember, my father was a walker. He walked with us on his shoulders and a leash in his hand. On his own, he walked for over an hour most days. My friends’ parents would often say to me, “I saw your dad out walking in his fur hat.” As a teenager, I don’t remember ever joining him for one of these long walks, I would have seen no value in that at the time. Now that I am in my forties I wonder what those walks would have been like or what it would mean to go fo