6/10/12 – 814 miles
Feet do not like to walk 24 miles. Physically, I felt good, it seemed like I could walk on forever but my feet said enough. After twenty miles of walking, my body enters a state of euphoria where it seems like my head is floating somewhere over the trail, detached but not quite aware. It’s probably a dangerous condition because of a lack of concentration.
I intended to stop at a campground at 18 miles but the open, snake-infested meadow, left me no choice but to push on. Six miles didn’t seem too far with four hours of daylight left. I was one tired puppy when I finally climbed into my tent.
I’m without my friends again. Blue Sky and Comma-Kaze are behind me and Kleenex has gone on ahead. It seems to be the way of the trail, we are all together and yet apart, each struggling with the desire to move north in our own pilgrimage. No one can walk the trail for you. It is ultimately a solo quest.