As a boy, a picture of a friendly woods hung above my bed, a path winding into it from a sunny meadow. I dreamed of stepping through the frame, as if into an alternate universe. Forever after I have associated scenes like this — the photo is from the PCT in Oregon, just south of Three Fingered Jack — with the promise of adventure, with all that is mysterious and sublime and beautiful in life.
In a few weeks I hope to once again set foot on this, life’s trail, as it winds from Campo, on the Mexican border, to Manning Park in Canada, 2600 miles to the north. Could there be anything more fun? Let’s find out.
March 9, 2018 — Nairobi