That’s me in the early 1960s . . . as I mentioned in my previous post/tribute to my recently deceased dad, he introduced our family to California’s deserts soon after we moved to California. 496 more words
Tags » Barefoot Hiking
It’s been four years since the “barefoot epiphany” that opened my eyes up to the possibility of being barefoot out on the trail.
Thousands of barefoot hiking and running (and even some barefoot backpacking) miles later, each chance I have to head down a dusty or muddy or rocky path still feels like a gift. 925 more words