Since to follow a trail is to remember how it goes, making one's way in the present is itself a recollection of the past...onward movement is itself a return.

Lord, set me a path by the side of the road.
I pray this be a part of your plan,
Then heap on the burden & pile on the load,
And I'll trek it the best that I can.
Please bless me with patience,
Touch strength to my back
Then cut me loose and I'll go
Just like the burro toting his pack,
The oxen ploughing his row
And once on this journey, a witness for You
Toward thy way the Truth and the Light
Shine forth my countenance steady and true
For the pathway to goodness and right
And lest I should falter
And lest I should fail
Let all who know that I tried
For I am a bunglar, feeble & frail
When You, dear Lord, I've denied
So blessed be the day Your judgement comes due
And blessed by thy mercies bestowed
And blessed be this journey, all praises to You
For this path by the side of the road

They picked up a trail from him walking and that's what got them onto him. They backtracked on the trail a little and actually saw the snow cave that he had been in.

A significant fraction of thru-hikers reach Katahdin, then turn around and start back to Georgia. They just can't stop walking, which kind of makes you wonder.

Those fields, as well as the walking trail, are what we are hoping to expand on. What we need at this point is to get ideas from the people what they'd like to see there, whether it be items described in the referendum or others.

[...] o futuro era um leque de possibilidades, não apenas uma trilha única e inalterável. Contudo, das trilhas, umas eram bem mais prováveis do que outras, e algumas eram tão prováveis que pareciam quase impossíveis de se evitar. Nesses casos, a palavra usada era destino.