Confucius said: “No matter where you go – there you are. It does not matter how slowly you go, as long as you do not stop.” My confession: I am hopelessly and forever destined, to be utterly abandoned to being at home in the wilderness. My mansions, where I live, are many. With walls extending farther then the eye can see. Walls as big as the mountains, with a roof as big as the heavens – here I am at home.

Feeling at home on the Kettle Crest and Thirteen Mile Trails. Hidden jewels on the PNT.