Wow, it was good to get back to my own home on the 31st—to stop worrying about whether someone was going to find my camp, or how cold it was going to get, or how much rain was in the forecast. I spent my first 36 hours back home with...

Annie the therapy dog. From my writings on Thursday night: This time tomorrow, I’ll be in my home, hugging my amazing wife who I’ve missed so much this past couple of weeks. I’ll also be petting and laughing at Annie, my very lovable therapy dog...

Well, for all you who were wondering if—or praying that—I survived the rain and storms without getting wet: it was a little scary at times, but I have to confess that there was a concrete deck that I had permission to stand under. So when it got really...

Night 1, Part Two The first night did not disappoint when it came to being cold. The temperature in the tent kept dropping and dropping as I put on more and more layers of clothing—only to feel warmer for a few minutes and then cold again. By the time I finished...