Mid-October Rain
By 3:00 AM, both of our rain flies failed, our hammocks were filling with water, our sleeping bags were soaked.
Backpacking
For this author, backpacking is an annual pilgrimage, a form of moving meditation that reminds me of the beauty and power of nature.
Dream Life
I woke on the train. I was in a hammock, on a ridge, on the Appalachian Trail. It had to be an hour before daybreak.