By George Payne The sun filters through the dense canopy, dappling the forest floor in gold. A gentle breeze stirs the leaves as a small group of women pauses on the trail, packs heavy on their backs, muscles aching from the day’s climb. For a moment, there is only the sound of a nearby stream and the rhythm of breath. Here, in the quiet of the Adirondacks, the world’s distractions fade, leaving space for presence, reflection, and the slow, deliberate work of healing. This is where Audre...| The Adirondack Almanack