In which I reflect on the three months since the AT and share one more trail entry.
In which every last moment is appreciated, friends are loved, and Katahdin is reached.
In which I sniff trees, hike big mountains, and make it through with the help of my friends.
In which we survive the heat wave and enjoy a lot of ponds.
In which I have a love-hate-but-mostly-hate relationship with the infamous Rocksylvania.
In which I reach the north, camp alone, and consume the best cheesesteak.
In which Shenandoah is magnificent, time is strange, and a campsite provides calm.
In which I turn 26, eat too much food, mull over the differences between the Camino and the AT a little bit longer, consider what I miss, and am grateful. 8 June 2019, 23:02, Wintergreen Resort, VirginiaHi, hello there! Haven’t written in a while. It’s my twenty-sixth birthday today, and I’m sitting at the table …
In which I talk about the Camino, allow myself to love the AT, and am honest.
A little reflection on a story, a trail, and why we need things that keep us going.