I look out across the water watching the turtles, fish and birds. The tall pines and oak trees sway in the breezes. On the porch I hear the hollow sounds of the bamboo wind chimes and watch the prayer flags flap in the wind. All the while, I’m …
“Why are you here?” We were finishing up dinner at the 501 Shelter when Coach popped the question. I laughed. That’s the question John and I asked hikers all along our journey.
Furniture against the walls of the apartment continues to vanish as the piles of gear, from winter jackets and gloves to bottles of Dr. Bronner’s Soap, loose stuff sacks, and technical t-shirts, grow. A stack of maps – reviewed, folded, and set …