Day 19

view

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.

Get new posts in your inbox

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.