The next day, I ran into a friend who is hiking the trail from Maine to Georgia. We hung out at a shelter for a few hours. At one point, he pulled a small rock out of his pack and handed it to me to hold.
It was a rock from Katahdin.
I felt the magnetic pull.
And it was exactly what I needed at exactly the right time. I desperately needed a tiny glimpse of the end.
It’s real. I might not get there tomorrow. I won’t get there next week. But I’ll get there.
I have the gypsy blood- the wild yearnings to see new horizons everyday– but lately– I crave a home that is more permanent than my tent. I find myself wanting more than white blazes. (Just wait, Acorn. Just wait.)
A wise man recently told me this:
The hardest thing about the trail isn’t the rocks or terrain or elevation changes. The hardest part about the trail is staying on the trail.
I couldn’t agree more.
Vermont has been incredible! It has been a land of wonderful trail angels and beautiful mountains. Vermont has easily been my favorite state on the trail so far. It’s so beautiful, that I keep daydreaming about cabins. In fact, I might even move here when I am ready to settle down again.
Today, I entered New Hampshire! 12 states complete! Only 2 states left!!
I have less than 450 miles to go until Katahdin. It is time to slow down. Tomorrow, I will lay in the grass in Hanover and work on my tan.
It’s not over. I’ll keep walking to Katahdin. And yes, I’ll keep dreaming about my quiet Vermont cabin too.
Watch me dream about it all.