Walking: One Step at a Time

Tomas Espedal touches on this in his book Tramp: Or the Art of Living a Wild and Poetic Life.

her sorrow remained lodged in her body for the next fifty-six years.

most people underestimate the amount of time that they would be able to make do with nothing more than a sleeping bag, an extra warm jacket, a small pan, a stove, matches and enough food. If you say it’s impossible to survive with so little, and I say that it is possible, we are both probably right.

I’ve lost my way so many times that I wonder whether I’m secretly drawn to the unknown and enjoying the little mystery of not knowing where I am.

Three-quarters of all English children spend less time outdoors than prison inmates of the same country;

It’s a mistake to think too much about the goal and to ask too often about it.

Walking along the ridge leading to Hillary Step, where the mountain face plummets 9,840 feet down to Tibet on one side and 6,560 feet down to Nepal on the other.

Brand, fit and soles are not very important when the surface is moss, roots, soil and heather.

The answers mirror a longing to feel that we are part of something larger than ourselves. Not only society, which is important enough, but something more. Nature has its own intelligence. In school, I learned that the spiritual was the opposite of the material, but in the woods these two are not opposites – they are equals. To walk reflects this.