“I’m coming home to walk my own floors. Coming home to the one I adore.”
I’ve run my body to the end. I’ve fallen several times in the last few days and am battered and bruised to go along with my exhausted mental state.
Montana, Idaho, Wyoming, and a sizeable chunk of Colorado will do it for this long haul. I’ve been out since June 20, and I’m just plain out of juice. It breaks my heart, but it’s a fact. And I’m okay with it.
In 55 miles, Tuesday 9/5, I’ll make Berthud Pass. From there I’ll hitch into Winter Park and take a Greyhound into Denver. Amtrak will bring me to Holland from there.
I’m going to try and just relax and enjoy these last few days.
Love to all who’ve supported me without fail.
Truckin’ on (For a couple more days)