I think Andrew Peterson sums it up beautifully — how the “ancient path” and “old roads” lead us to something stable, substantial, beautiful, and eternal. It speaks to the powerful magnetism the Appalachian Trail has on my soul and spirit, and to the young boy I once was, who hoisted a knapsack he bought at an Army/Navy store and blazed a path in the woods behind his home some three or four enterprising miles. He used a stone for a pillow, a Coleman sleeping bag for a bed, and ate Spaghettios he warmed over a folding cooking kit using a can of Sterno. Such memories; such adventure! I never dreamt where they would lead me, or the man I would become.