The Magic of a Thing You'd Normally See Only From Distance

George was often completing a summit at eight a m that regular hykers would structure their whole day around. Sometimes he kept hiking after dark until he could see almost nothing, he slept in his clothes on the side of the trail. He'd travelled through illinois with jenny one winter, and the snow had been piled up so high that when they stopped to get gas,. the trade mark orange ball was low and huge above a burm that a plough had made. It had looked like some foreign moon barely floating above the snow bank. George asked if he ever hiked with other people. He said, i'm solo. Nobody out there can keep up with me. The magic of