So, it’s winding down to my last few hours with Jesse. It’s been so great to have him, and Front Royal has been a nice little town to spend a day and a half in. Tomorrow morning, we go our separate ways. I’m getting picked up by a really nice woman from the visitor center, for a ride to the trail head. Jesse is getting picked up by a rather expensive, but necessary, cab to bring him to Dulles airport.
It’s going to be sad for a bit, especially since my hiking buddies are a couple of days ahead of me. It could take me a week or two to catch them. I know I’ll feel good though. I love what I’m doing, and we’re getting closer to New England everyday, which really comforts me. I love the northeast! I’ll be passing the Mason-Dixon line in a matter of days, and the half way point in a week! The greatest part of that is, I’ll be meeting my mom and brother in Boiling Springs, just in time for them to cheer me on in the half gallon challenge! Obviously, I’ve been looking forward to that for weeks!
So onward and upward I march. With a smile on my face and a tear in my eye. It’s great to be alive!
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I miss you a bunch. My old phone works so if you can give me a call when you get a chance or a phone. I hope your still doing well on the old dusty trail and I talk to you soon. I love you.