Go to the mountains and get their glad tidings… - John Muir

My Foolish Journey

I am a writer. I am a fool. Don’t those two sentences have similar meanings? Putting the pen to blank paper or facing a blank

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The Last Backpack?

  Was it my last backpack? Yes. No. Maybe. When reflecting on my hikes into the mountains, I confess to crafting them towards the dramatic.

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