Wandering but not lost: Finding myself on the AT

By Mary Marshall I tip-toed on the rocky concrete to avoid the jagged pebbles, out of habit. Those rocks couldn't hurt me, after nearly 300 miles my feet had turned into appendages that were nearly unrecognizable, the once soft underbelly of my arch, now cracked and crumbled from the constant pounding. I giggled, sticking a…Read more Wandering but not lost: Finding myself on the AT