Spent three days along the Appalachian Trail in what turned out to be the polar opposite of hiking in AZ, nothing but moisture, fog, and rain for the entire trip without seeing the sun once. Got to the trailhead via train to the town of Harriman then walked the 2 miles of so to the trail. Switchbacks were non existent as we headed straight up and down hills, struggling to keep our footing in the muddy ground. The shelters along the trail were an interesting experience, provided a (mostly) dry place to hang up wet clothing set up our sleeping bags, although with it being the height of thru-hiking season space was at a premium. Finished up with a road walk from the Bear Mountain Bridge to the town of Peekskill where we caught a train back to NYC.
No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength