Years, to be exact. I can’t blame living in Arizona for five years as my only excuse for not hitting the AT at some point since college.
It was, however, a homecoming. I adore the east coast in the summer. I like the humidity. So stepping into the shadowing forest, lush with dampness and green, I felt I was truly home after a long journey.
The AT is different. A little more remote. Much more challenging. Much more like home.