How we came to part ways on the Appalachian Trail

“Life is made up of meetings and partings. That is the way of it.” That line always wrecks me when Kermit says it in “The Muppet Christmas Carol,” and it was the thought that finally broke my fragile composure when Mica and I sat on a rock overlooking Great Barrington, Massachusetts, a few weeks ago, and he told me we’d be parting ways in October.

We both had some big feelings in the woods. But that’s what the woods are for. And, ultimately, this wasn’t bad news.



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