Thoreau; the preeminent granola-munching, wood-wandering hippie. A man who, from his early days, chose to live a countercultural lifestye. The collect frightened him and the woods, though not readily welcoming him, did not explicitly reject his presence. So Thoreau found peace, alone in the woods. Recently, Thoreau's social detachment and natural engagement has become increasingly more attractive to me. Always shy, socially awkward and reclusive, my life often feels like a daily struggle, fighting to break into impersonal social networks, all the while questioning why so much energy is concentrated (and wasted) on something I am wanting less and less to a part of. Like Thoreau, I have always found my mind clearest and heart lightest in the woods, with the occasional visit of a good friend, worrying not about the things of this world, but instead living free on the bounties of nature. Energy restored. Someday, maybe someday Walden 2.0 will happen. Maybe not. For now, walking must suffice. Thus, Walking will be my Thoreau essay of choice for the time being. Walden will be waiting for the day when I go to woods to live deliberately.