In the beginning of January, I watched a documentary on Ann Bancroft's Antarctic cross country ski expedition, partially in order to put my crazy in perspective. I watched as they got various physical ailments and struggled through doubt, and eventually, stopped at the South Pole. "Afoot and lighthearted I take to the open road" wrote Walt Whitman in "Song of the Open Road" and I try to live most of my life that way. Until the last 20 miles into New Bern, this trip was always afoot. It has never been lighthearted.
I am spending a glorious weekend with fellow free-spirit
Tess, baking vegetables and bread, combing thrift store treasures, hitting up coffee shops, and not defending this trip to my surrogate trail-parents. It has been wonderful, and today I will decide whether I want to keep on walking and if so, to where.
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