Day 19


There would be times when the trail would not live up to our desires. Days when the trail refused even the smallest craving. A store full of yummy treats turns to a lost opportunity far behind us. A refreshing lake is really a pit of mud and jet skis. A quick mile becomes a wrong turn, a huge dessert becomes a growling belly. And that damn pebble tortured my foot the whole time, invisible.

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