But perhaps I was exactly where God wanted me to be. I saw the enclosed footbridge and heard the traffic. The caged path led over I-70, where no one in the ceaseless flow of cars had an inkling of the destruction in the forest. One and a half miles later, my day ended at Pine Knob Shelter. I had hiked twenty-four miles, even with the storm trying to stop me. And for some reason, that new pair of shoes I had so carefully protected from puddles only that morning were now soaked. Two other hikers