I haven't thought much about the end. The entire time I've been telling myself to keep going, and keep going, and keep going...and now it stops? The end exists? How do I stop?
As much preparation as I did before, I haven't prepared much for the transition back to "real" life. Maybe those thoughts will come later, or maybe they won't come at all, but I know that removing myself from this simplicity will be a big adjustment.
I've been getting chills since Georgia when I look at Katahdin in my guidebook. It's really up there?
I hope I see it. I hope I make it. I need to feel it.
As much as I want to get there, the hardest part is going to be turning my back to that sign and walking back down.
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