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Walking is a means of travel by foot. People walk as a means of transportation, as a leisure activity, as a way of communing with nature, or as a pilgrimage. Walkability of city areas is a focus of urban planning.

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Force of Nature: Three Women Tackle The John Muir Trail

Six Walks: In the Footsteps of Henry David Thoreau

Mud, Rocks, Blazes: Letting Go on the Appalachian Trail

Things Become Other Things: A Walking Memoir

Northbound: Four Seasons of Solitude on Te Araroa

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Weird Walk: Wanderings and Wonderings through the British Ritual Year

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52 Ways to Walk: The Surprising Science of Walking for Wellness and Joy, One Week at a Time

The Observant Walker: Wild Food, Nature and Hidden Treasures on the Pathways of Britain

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Across a Waking Land: A 1,000-Mile Walk Through a British Spring

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The Farthest Shore: Seeking solitude and nature on the Cape Wrath Trail in winter

The Hero's Way: Walking with Garibaldi from Rome to Ravenna

Outlandish: Walking Europe’s Unlikely Landscapes

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“ I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in. ”
― John Muir, John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals of John Muir

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“ Distance changes utterly when you take the world on foot. A mile becomes a long way, two miles literally considerable, ten miles whopping, fifty miles at the very limits of conception. The world, you realize, is enormous in a way that only you and a small community of fellow hikers know. Planetary scale is your little secret. Life takes on a neat simplicity, too. Time ceases to have any meaning. When it is dark, you go to bed, and when it is light again you get up, and everything in between is Distance changes utterly when you take the world on foot. A mile becomes a long way, two miles literally considerable, ten miles whopping, fifty miles at the very limits of conception. The world, you realize, is enormous in a way that only you and a small community of fellow hikers know. Planetary scale is your little secret. Life takes on a neat simplicity, too. Time ceases to have any meaning. When it is dark, you go to bed, and when it is light again you get up, and everything in between is just in between. It’s quite wonderful, really. You have no engagements, commitments, obligations, or duties; no special ambitions and only the smallest, least complicated of wants; you exist in a tranquil tedium, serenely beyond the reach of exasperation, “far removed from the seats of strife,” as the early explorer and botanist William Bartram put it. All that is required of you is a willingness to trudge. There is no point in hurrying because you are not actually going anywhere. However far or long you plod, you are always in the same place: in the woods. It’s where you were yesterday, where you will be tomorrow. The woods is one boundless singularity. Every bend in the path presents a prospect indistinguishable from every other, every glimpse into the trees the same tangled mass. For all you know, your route could describe a very large, pointless circle. In a way, it would hardly matter. At times, you become almost certain that you slabbed this hillside three days ago, crossed this stream yesterday, clambered over this fallen tree at least twice today already. But most of the time you don’t think. No point. Instead, you exist in a kind of mobile Zen mode, your brain like a balloon tethered with string, accompanying but not actually part of the body below. Walking for hours and miles becomes as automatic, as unremarkable, as breathing. At the end of the day you don’t think, “Hey, I did sixteen miles today,” any more than you think, “Hey, I took eight-thousand breaths today.” It’s just what you do. ...more ”
― Bill Bryson, A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering America on the Appalachian Trail

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