NON-FICTION

Unexpected Journey
Walking Home on the Appalachian Trail
     At a major turning point in my life, I left a failed marriage, what may be the best job I ever had and dared to "throw it all away" to hike the AT.  Along the way, I was met with hardships, friendships, misery, beauty, struggle, success, and confrontations with inner demons both old and new, and, ultimately, triumph.
     Herein is the account, written honestly and from the heart, of the daily routine, the common and extraordinary, and occasionally life-altering events encountered while following a dream of a hike on the Appalachian Trail.
 
PictureChris Johnson
   Born and raised in Central Maine, a genuine, dyed-in-the-wool Mainer (Mainiac, some would say). As of this writing, residing in Carrabassett Valley in Maine's western mountains, doing what I feel is good for me at the moment.
   A professed wanderer and seeker, I have always been looking for what is next, what is just around the bend – be it on a trail, or within myself. I enjoy the outdoor sports – hiking and camping in particular – that Maine has to offer, but the most enjoyment comes from traveling. With that mind-set, it seems only natural that I would undertake a hike of the Appalachian Trail – the greatest (so far) journey of my life. May there always be another path to walk, another mystery up ahead around the next bend, another opportunity to see what's out there – and in here.