There really is no place like home wherever that may be. My wife and I were returning from our winter hiatus on Amelia Island, Florida when I first spotted a glimpse of familiar mountains. It was the last stretch that led us home. Less than a year ago, our home was among the lesser but equally charming hills of Hol.

Yogi said, When you come to a fork in the road, take it. Large trees were snapped and uprooted like toothpicks, dragging down power lines as they crashed to earth. Wedges in, the job can be finished.

In need of some advice.

The cry from the lookout would ring o.

We all need a little clarity in our lives. Upon completing an adventure as elemental as a thru-hike of the 2,189 mile Appalachian Trail, much can change within oneself. My trail name is Clarity because the purpose of my pilgrimage was to find it.