600 Miles

Miles: 5 Here I am sitting at the 600 mile mark. My ankle is done working correctly. I limped here but still kept a 1 mph pace. I would like to come back after my ankle heals but I know how life works and there is a nonzero chance this is my last milestones (stones are placed on the ground spelling 600 so yes, literally mile stones). Few frontiers remain in The United States that truly offer an element of unknown. Taking a chance on this journey and surrendering to that unknown has led me to amazing places and kind, caring people. America is alive and beautiful despite what’s happening in the news. You can still make new cool friends however old you are. You can still take risks and feel alive and shit in the woods. Something I wonder is if I will be any different when I get home. I’ve noticed that my emotions have been suppressed at home and I’m capable of being more sensitive . Maybe I’ll go back to just making jokes at a distance like before, but atleast I learned something about…