Was it just a walk in the woods?
Did I learn something like what Walden or Thoreau would say? Nothing that they couldn't say better. Was it a rucksack revolution as Kerouac called for? I suppose it was a start. Did I find myself like Cheryl Strayed? No, but that's her story.
I know it was an adventure and it was far more than just a walk in the woods—but I don't know how to summarize it.
The truth is I had many conversations with myself. Well, none out loud - I think that would've been a sign of going crazy. But the mind does wander. Below is a collection of photographs and thoughts.