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It鈥檚 hard to escape the long shadow of Thoreau if you鈥檙e a New England writer who wants to engage deeply with the natural landscape. Readers will be forgiven if their first reaction to the subtitle of Ben Shattuck鈥檚 鈥淪ix Walks: In the Footsteps of Henry David Thoreau鈥� is to bemoan yet another book inspired by the iconic American naturalist.聽聽

But rest assured that Shattuck鈥檚 memoir is much more than a paean to Thoreau. In this resonant little volume of reflections, which is enhanced by the author鈥檚 beautiful drawings, Shattuck frames his personal journey from despair to delight against the backdrop of six outings inspired by Thoreau鈥檚 mid 19th-century excursions. The result evokes not just Thoreau but Annie Dillard, and is a significant addition to what British nature writer Robert Macfarlane has called 鈥渢he literature of the leg.鈥�

There is a sharp divide 鈥� both temporal and emotional 鈥� between the first and second halves of 鈥淪ix Walks.鈥� The narrative begins at a low point 鈥� sea level, both emotionally and geographically. Shattuck, in his early 30s and living alone by a salt marsh on the southern coast of Massachusetts, is feeling lost and haunted by bad dreams following a bad breakup and an accident that cost him a fingertip on his left (drawing) hand. He writes, 鈥淚 couldn鈥檛 find a way out of the doubt, fear, shame, and sadness that had arranged a constellation of grief around me.鈥� One cold May day, he decides to walk Cape Cod鈥檚 outer beaches, from elbow to fingertip, ending at Provincetown 鈥� duplicating the route Thoreau followed in 1849, when he was 32.聽

Thoreau (whom Shattuck oddly refers to by his first name) set out, walking stick in hand, dressed in a three-piece suit and broad-brimmed hat, carrying a knapsack filled with practicalities, including a spyglass for bird-watching and a fishing line and hooks. Shattuck, on the other hand, sets out woefully unprepared on a cold spring morning 鈥� in a bathing suit with bare legs and running shoes held together with duct tape, which quickly comes unstuck in the sand. His backpack contains bread, apples, carrots, a brick of cheese, a notebook, and Thoreau鈥檚 鈥淐ape Cod鈥� 鈥� but no sunscreen or sleeping bag.聽

Shattuck writes that he hopes 鈥渇or the waves and wind and weather to reshape the masses of my subconscious as they had shifted the dunes of Wellfleet, Truro, and Provincetown.鈥� He adds, 鈥淚sn鈥檛 this always the hope, heading out for a long walk? That in your aloneness the landscape will relieve you? That your mind will be renewed, calmed?鈥澛�

But it wasn鈥檛 so much the landscape that briefly 鈥渉alted the conveyor belt of sadness鈥� moving through him. Instead, serendipitous encounters with kind strangers take him out of himself, beginning with an older couple in Wellfleet who provide a dinner of fried scallops and a warm bed for the night.聽聽

His relief, alas, is short-lived, and exacerbated by Lyme disease from a tick bite in the marshes. Still, he proceeds with other treks, burdened by aching joints and a heavy heart. At the summit of Mount Katahdin, he amusingly contrasts Thoreau鈥檚 response to the majestic views with a hiker overheard complaining, 鈥淪eriously? No service?鈥� On his first-ever visit to Walden Pond, he鈥檚 mistaken for a Thoreau re-enactor. He hikes under ski lifts on Wachusett Mountain, and stargazing, like Thoreau he imagines, feels 鈥渢he comfort of one鈥檚 own smallness in the world, to displace bulging selfhood.鈥澛�

After his night on Wachusett Mountain, Shattuck doesn鈥檛 resume his project for a couple of years. By then, his 鈥渟hortening of spirit鈥� is gone. What happened? He fell in love with actor/writer/comedian Jenny Slate. (They鈥檙e now married and have a daughter.)聽

He is more expansive in his happiness. One of his most intriguing walks is not in the footsteps of Thoreau, but of his own ancestry. He hikes 16 miles southwest from his house to the Rhode Island border, where his great-great grandparents built a summer home in Sakonnet Harbor.聽聽

Wary of being tedious, Shattuck sticks to the fascinating highlights of his family history. His great-great grandfather, Henry Demarest Lloyd, was a prominent 19th-century Chicago journalist who broke the story of John D. Rockefeller鈥檚 Standard Oil monopoly. Shattuck's ancestor and his wife espoused humanitarian and socialist ideals, as did their eldest son. Not so their younger son, the author鈥檚 adulterous, laudanum-addicted great-grandfather, Demarast Lloyd, who bought the Massachusetts peninsula on which he erected a main house (where Shattuck鈥檚 aunt now lives) and a dance hall, which was converted to the house in which Shattuck grew up and still lives.聽

Shattuck takes a few more trips 鈥� paddling the Allagash, back to Cape Cod with Slate 鈥� but the fact is, by the end of this book, he no longer feels the compulsion to wander. He revels in contented domesticity, including the pleasures of looking out on the same half acre of marshland that he has viewed since childhood.聽

With its lovely illustrations and thoughtful insights about nature, love, and friendship, 鈥淪ix Walks鈥� celebrates taking time to see what really matters.

Heller McAlpin, a frequent contributor to the Monitor, also reviews books for The Wall Street Journal and NPR.