There are no bridges

In the more than three thousand kilometers I walked in 2024, I discovered a myriad of things about myself. I learned to know myself better in many aspects, and all challenges taught me something. But one above all came up over and over: fording rivers. I felt like a student who needed to review a concept in different ways before being able to say he’d understood it. Honestly, I never had the impression of being up to this challenge. In the almost five hundred kilometers through the Sierra Ne...