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Ten Months Between Boots and Hills There was a gap of ten months in my life between my boots and the hills. Technically, it was only ten months, but emotionally it felt much longer. I spent many days and nights in turmoil. The longer I stayed away, the more dangerous that gap became. I knew one thing very clearly: if I continued to stay away, I would slowly walk into darkness. I could not imagine living a life without the light that the mountains had always given me. Coming b