There were so few places (ok, maybe one) where I, in my arrogance, would have attempted to communicate a thought differently. After sticking with this memoir for the entire length of the trail I was struck with the craftmanship that inhabits this work. I appreciate the time and effort that must have required. I was emotionally involved from the first chapter and continued to invest my feelings into the journey and sorrows of the author. As a man, I appreciate the insights into the unique griefs that may befall a woman. Well done. I think my daughters should read this book.