First steps

I wish I could say that I didn’t have reception and that was why I didn’t post anything the first day. The truth, however, is that I tried to write. I sat in my tent with my headlamp on, willing myself to reach for my journal, but every time I blinked, my eyes stayed closed too long. I’d jolt awake, see the beam of my headlamp, and will myself to reach for my journal again.

Hence the delay.

The southern terminus, photo courtesy of Dick Norris.

The southern terminus, photo courtesy of Dick Norris.

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