Afraid Of hiking solo?

Hiking is one of the few activities where there is no shortage. There are countless mountains to conquer, waterfalls to see and views to take in.

Nature offers something that being indoors simply can’t. It is motivating to walk among the trees and tramp along the trails, focusing on nothing more than the path ahead. You notice the shape of broken tree branches, how a blade of grass reacts to the wind flowing through it, and how clouds form into shapes and images.

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This is why it’s okay to go solo

“Energy rightly applied and directed will accomplish anything.”

-Nellie Bly

I get asked on a daily basis WHY am I traveling solo.

“Who are you here with?” curious people often ask when we become acquainted during my travels.

“Um, by myself,” I reply.

“Wow, that’s really courageous!” they exclaim, wide-eyed.

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The Mystery of the Georgia Guidestones

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On one of the highest hilltops in Elbert County, Georgia stands a huge granite monument. Engraved in eight different languages on the four giant stones are 10 Guides, or commandments. The monument is alternately referred to as The Georgia Guidestones, or the American Stonehenge. Though relatively unknown to most people, it is an important link to the Occult Hierarchy that dominates the world in which we live.

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Free mind. Free soul. Free spirit.

I was born to ride the wild winds of passion, surf the turbulent oceans of despair, and relentlessly explore the great vastness of the crazy world – until my body collapses in ecstatic exhaustion. I fall in love with impractical things, I believe in the improbable, pursue the impossible and find beauty where others can’t see it. My soul is winged, always seeking out adventure. I am free with a fiercely sensitive heart. I’m light and airy, yet I never lack depth. I’m a balmy breeze, casually caressing arms lovingly, suddenly here, suddenly there, then suddenly gone. I’m a thousand grains of precious pink sand, slowly slipping through soft fingertips, one by one. I can never be contained, because I’m not meant to be.

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