I’m ridden with guilt. I have to face the fact that we are not going to make it to Canada, and it will be my fault. True, both of our bodies are recoiling from the 28 mile days, but a good rest and a slower pace would cure that. But I have committed to going back to school in early September, and will not have the time.
I suspect that Pete resents me for my bad planning. Sometimes I think he resents the quick pace I have set for the entire trip. I feel so bad that I let him go ahead while I break down on the trail alone and cry.