Hit the Trail

The publishing trail has been quite a trip—full of ups and downs but ultimately very exciting. It’s fair to say (just ask my family) that my nerves have been wound tightly since I first set out to find an agent or publisher. I never imagined the task would be so daunting and time consuming. My saving grace through it all has been my once a week escape to a very different trail—the kind that follows the tumbling music of crystal clear brooks and rivers; the kind that takes me through long, green corridors of aromatic balsam and spruce; the kind that sends me to the highest points in New York State.

Whether I’m wearing hiking boots or snowshoes, the Adirondack Mountains never fail to transform my entire being into a tranquil state. On many hikes, difficult parts of my story that I struggled with at home came easily as my mind melted into the sights, sounds and smells of the healing forest. I think the natural environment is only a door or two away from Heaven, and as Dorothy said, “There’s no place like home”.