Earlier tonight, while waiting for my turn in the shower, I sat on the deck of the house Yukon was using. I could see from there a range of mountains across the entire horizon. The AT traversed over the whole distance of these mountains.
Sitting here looking at the mountains gave me an opportunity to reflect on where I have been and where I have yet to go.
I've been feeling stronger each day since I entered Maine. Though I've thought before my chances of finishing this long hike were getting better by the day, now I'm truly feeling it.
Maybe it's just my confidence that’s building, but I’m beginning to feel something tugging at me, urging me onward.
When I return to the trail tomorrow Mt. Katahdin will only be about 265 miles away. Its magnetic pull brings me closer with each step.