Returning home is the most difficult part of long-distance hiking; You have grown outside the puzzle and your piece no longer fits.

There is not many but only one beautiful story told many times in many ways, which begins with a journey and ends with the homecoming.

I love going out of my way, beyond what I know, and finding my way back a few extra miles, by another trail, with a compass that argues with the map…nights alone in motels in remote western towns where I know no one and no one I know knows where I am, nights with strange paintings and floral spreads and cable television that furnish a reprieve from my own biography, when in Benjamin’s terms, I have lost myself though I know where I am. Moments when I say to myself as feet or car clear a crest or round a bend, I have never seen this place before. Times when some architectural detail on vista that has escaped me these many years says to me that I never did know where I was, even when I was home.

From the cradle to the grave, Dwayne exhibited a life of determination, character and perseverance.

The longest journey through life, is down the path that leads us Home.

This is the beginning of the journey to complete the unitary system,