IRP blog post 9 -cited passage

Bryson's wife picked up Bryson and Katz in Front Royal, New Hampshire. Katz was going back to Des Moine and Bryson had to take care of some work realted things. They decided that they would meet up again in June and complete the trail. Bryson could not tear himself away from the trail. He felt unfufilled when he was not hiking it. Each day during the spring he took on peices of the trail at a time. He felt compelled to continue hiking the trail because it had been his entire life for months. "And thus I was to be found, in the first week of June, standing on the banks of the Shenandoah again, in Harper's Ferry, West Virginia, blinking at a gray sky and trying to pretend with all my heart that this was where I wanted to be." (p.326) He didn't want to have to be hiking all the time but somehow that was where he always ended up.