Reflections from day four, five, maybe six. I lost count.

Trail life is beginning to settle into routine.
In the mornings, we wake, and we walk. That’s what’s on the agenda. Yesterday was the same, tomorrow will be no different. Next week, next month – no change.
My clothes don’t dry, they only vary in levels of dampness, or become saturated with a new liquid: rain, creek water, sweat – don’t rinse, just repeat.
After sitting for just a few minutes my legs become complacent, stubborn to resume their role as my primary method of transportation. ...

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