OMG MY FINAL STATE
Crossing the bridge that spanned the Savannah river this afternoon was a bitter-sweet moment. I was so excited, and yet, kinda sad; I have crossed into 16 states now. The two that stick out the most would be when I crossed into Idaho after walking for 1 MONTH just to get through the state of Washington and how exciting that was. I shared that moment with three women on bicycles (since I was on a rails-to-trail). The other would be coming into Wyoming from Montana. I loved Montana, but it felt like it went on forever (5 weeks) and I was so ecstatic about finally seeing another state.
Today while I was standing on the bridge, soaking it all up, a guy in a white pick-up truck stopped and asked if I was alright since he had passed me multiple times. I told him yes I was fine, and that he was now sharing this special moment with me, and how I walked nearly 3,300 miles from the Pacific ocean in Washington through 15 states, over 3 mountain ranges, 3 time zones, and in every type of weather possible, over the course of 8 months to get here, and now I was standing in my final state. He didn't really get it, but that's okay, I had enough excitement bursting out of me for the both of us.
That was about it for my excitement. So here is my Facebook rant:
As of now I've been walking for 8 months, nearly 3,300 over 3 mountain ranges pushing a cart that weighs as much as I do.
Through EVERY type of weather you can think of: extreme heat and cold, rain, snow, sleet, freezing rain, stupid wind,TORNADOES, thunderstorms that would scare the **** out of you (and left on the side of the freeway and no one stopping to help you in the middle of Wyoming where YOU are the tallest thing for as far as the eye can see and there is nowhere to hide).
Through 3 time zones, tendentious in my right ankle, pulled Achilles in my left leg, shin splits in both legs. I've camped in abandoned loading docks, under bridges, alone in dark forests, came face-to-face with a moose and survived. Ate more protein bars and canned chili then everyone should ever have to eat. Dealt with HOARDS of flies, moths, grasshoppers, bed bugs (yes), mosquitoes, spiders... Too many near-misses....
DONATE. Now. Do it, just do it.
Crossing the bridge that spanned the Savannah river this afternoon was a bitter-sweet moment. I was so excited, and yet, kinda sad; I have crossed into 16 states now. The two that stick out the most would be when I crossed into Idaho after walking for 1 MONTH just to get through the state of Washington and how exciting that was. I shared that moment with three women on bicycles (since I was on a rails-to-trail). The other would be coming into Wyoming from Montana. I loved Montana, but it felt like it went on forever (5 weeks) and I was so ecstatic about finally seeing another state.
Today while I was standing on the bridge, soaking it all up, a guy in a white pick-up truck stopped and asked if I was alright since he had passed me multiple times. I told him yes I was fine, and that he was now sharing this special moment with me, and how I walked nearly 3,300 miles from the Pacific ocean in Washington through 15 states, over 3 mountain ranges, 3 time zones, and in every type of weather possible, over the course of 8 months to get here, and now I was standing in my final state. He didn't really get it, but that's okay, I had enough excitement bursting out of me for the both of us.
That was about it for my excitement. So here is my Facebook rant:
As of now I've been walking for 8 months, nearly 3,300 over 3 mountain ranges pushing a cart that weighs as much as I do.
Through EVERY type of weather you can think of: extreme heat and cold, rain, snow, sleet, freezing rain, stupid wind,TORNADOES, thunderstorms that would scare the **** out of you (and left on the side of the freeway and no one stopping to help you in the middle of Wyoming where YOU are the tallest thing for as far as the eye can see and there is nowhere to hide).
Through 3 time zones, tendentious in my right ankle, pulled Achilles in my left leg, shin splits in both legs. I've camped in abandoned loading docks, under bridges, alone in dark forests, came face-to-face with a moose and survived. Ate more protein bars and canned chili then everyone should ever have to eat. Dealt with HOARDS of flies, moths, grasshoppers, bed bugs (yes), mosquitoes, spiders... Too many near-misses....
DONATE. Now. Do it, just do it.
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