Big Foot waves goodbye as we pull away from the hostel. Damn, I miss him already. This is the end of the Moving Village—and the beginning of an all-new hike. Change can be frightening at times, but out here it's our way of life. When I stepped onto the AT, I sought change. I wanted to move away from a static existence. Suitably, the end of one thing opens the way for something wondrous. I see not the end but a new start.
