A chronicle of one woman's 1,100-mile solo hike undertaken as a way to recover from a recent personal tragedy.

Cheryl: [voice-over] What if I forgave myself? I thought. What if I forgave myself even though I'd done something I shouldn't have? What if I was a liar and a cheat and there was no excuse for what I'd done other than because it was what I wanted and needed to do? What if I was sorry, but if I could go back in time I wouldn't do anything differently than I had done? What if I'd actually wanted to fuck every one of those men? What if heroin taught me something? What if yes was the right answer instead of no? What if what made me do all those things everyone thought I shouldn't have done was what also had got me here? What if I was never redeemed? What if I already was?
Stacey: You get lonely?
Cheryl: Honestly? I'm lonelier in my real life than I am out here. I miss my friends, of course, but it's not as if I have anybody waiting for me at home. How about you?
[pause]
Cheryl: Why are you here?
Stacey: I don't know. I just need to find something in myself, you know? I think the trail was good for that. I mean, look.
[They look up at the sunset]
Stacey: This has the power to fill you up again, if you'll let it.
Cheryl: My mother used to say something that drove me nuts. There is a sunrise and a sunset every day and you can choose to be there for it. You can put yourself in the way of beauty.
Stacey: My kind of woman.
[last lines]
Cheryl: [voice-over] How wild it was, to let it be.
Cheryl: [Cheryl's first inscription on the trail guestbook] "If your Nerve, deny you - Go above your Nerve" - EMILY DICKINSON and Cheryl Strayed.
Bobbi: I've always been someone's daughter or mother or wife. I never got to be in the driver's seat of my own life.
Bobbi: We're rich in love.
Cheryl: She died a famous woman, denying her wounds, denying her wounds came from the same source as her power.
Cheryl: God is a ruthless bitch.
Cheryl: I know only that I didn't need to reach with my bare hands anymore. That seeing the fish beneath the surface was enough. That it was everything. My life -like all lives- mysterious, irrevocable and sacred, so very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be.
Saleswoman: The best lipstick does not help if you do not you take care of your personal hygiene.
Cheryl: Ash body. I prefer the ashes of the body. Soft and silver. As a pale light falling to earth.
Bobbi: I always wanted a room with a view.
Cheryl: I'd rather be a forest than a street.

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