The 19th-century English art critic John Ruskin saw in mountains a story of endurance and destruction. All we can know about a mountain is that “it was once greater than it is now, and it only gathers vastness, and still gathers, as it fades into the abyss of the unknown.”
And so it is with people – we endure as long as we can, hoping to leave something behind.
This is my report on reaching 13,000 miles of barefoot walking, hiking, and running, after starting on this unexpected journey some ten years ago. Continue reading “13,000 Miles Barefoot”
The Long Brown Path 