See, the aforementioned backwater of Cleveland, Georgia, belongs to this County-- or, as it's also called, Town of My Gnarliest Experience Ever: A Summer of Selling Bibles Door-to-Door. For 80+ hours a week. All summer long. I trust that you can do math and see pretty quickly just how much gnarliness that equals-- not so much owing to the hours, but because I was selling stuff door-to-door. It was a really amazing experience, though, and one that I wouldn't trade for much. I learned and cultivated a whole handful of important things, and not the least of which was a Refusal to Quit that most definitely played a crucial role in this hike. And so here I was, 3 years later-- re-conquering the town on foot; minus sales, plus peace. Minus money, plus bears.