Travel Blog

Every year during the summer, my friends and I, lace up our shoes, put stuff into
backpacks and start walking. We do this nearly every day, with each night spent
sleeping in the dirt, 30, 40 miles from our last camp. We walk 12 hours a day.
Within a week we walk over the horizon, within a month we’ve walked through
countries and by the end of the season, we’ve walked through continents. We’re a
community of long-distance hikers – that not a whole lot of people know much
about. Yet, there are thousands of us around the world, and the community is ever-
growing. we’d hike into the woods, swim in lakes and sleep in tents. At a very
young age I got very obsessed and started to hike very frequently. My father had
been hiking long distances from years before I even knew what hiking is. His book
was filled with information from his past hikes, notes he gathered, any advice he
got from the local people, plans for future hikes and much more. I wasn’t surprised
that he supported me so well when I went to an hike after college to the mountain
in Southern California. Months went by and I was still walking. Winter was
coming. It was getting dark and cold, and I hadn’t rested for five months. By the
end, was I ready to give up. I hadn’t seen home, changed my clothes or done many
things for a very long amount of time. But I always believed that ‘life well lived,
time well spent’.