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350 pages, ebook
First published October 22, 2019
Sure, I could’ve stopped hiking at any time. Could’ve quit and phoned someone to take me back to the city or out to the beach house to heal both my real and mental wounds. Instead, fueled by sadness, a healthy reserve of spite, and a side of shame, I kept walking. As long as I was on the AT, I could avoid the rest of my life and whatever fallout had been created by Tye’s proposal.
“What are the odds of my dream coming true?” He whispers against my hair, “About as good as the two of us finding each other in the middle of nowhere.”
Hiking is putting one foot in front of the other. One foot. In front of the other. Repeat forever. One step becomes ten and then a thousand. Eventually, these steps turn into miles. Miles turn into days. Days turn into states. States turn into months. Months become life hiking the Appalachian Trail.
“Cicadas are the loud, drunk girls of the woods. No point in trying to shush them. They’ll only scream louder.”
“Watch out fancy dinner parties, I’m going to blow your socks off with ornithological facts.”
“For the most part, everyone is nice enough, but I’m over every, single, last dude bro who feels the need to mansplain my hike to me. Over. It.”
“Not today, and the rest of the week isn’t looking too good for you either, Satan.”
“Sisterhood of the traveling sports bras unite.”
“There’s something so confidently capable about him that I find appealing. Must be a caveman/ cavewoman response in my ancient lizard brain. If you provide fire, I’ll be your mate.”