First, there is the trailhead. A place to park, a gathering of people, dogs running wild. The first mile or two, you’ll run into friendly faces who say hello and talk about the weather. But soon, the people disappear, and it’s just you and the dirt and trees, mile after dusty mile. That’s where the beauty happens. Far out there on the trail, your mind is set free, your body in constant motion. That magic is waiting for you. Now all you need is the gear to get you there.