Have you ever been more inspired by seeing a man giving his all for something so Grand, against all odds and in jeans? I haven't. Meet "Beach Preach," "Pastor Ken," or just "Dad." The plan was for him to walk with me to my Granny & Pappy's house (his mom and dad) in Franklin, North Carolina-- a full 106 miles-- but it didn't quite work out that way. You can read the full account in my Journal here, but suffice to say that the Elements didn't play very fair against him. To be sure, he didn't exactly deal himself the strongest of hands to begin with (note the half-gallons on his hipbelt-- has anybody ever taken milk on a hike???), but still, my dad rules and I don't care what you say.