1402 miles

I was zooming down the mountain along the James River, breathless and having a hard time holding a conversation with my hitch, because out the window were these beautiful cloud-shrouded mountains. The drought has hopefully broken, and I'd been walking in mist and wetness for the last two days. From the van that evening was my first view of the landscape I was passing through, and it caught my breath.

I spent the night in Glasgow, VA and stuck around this morning to check my email, which I didn't get a chance to do in Waynesboro. October was wonderfully full of people to meet up with on the trail - Jake, Jess, Liz, Matt, Mr. and Mrs. Kirk - but now I strike off alone again. It always takes a little getting used to. I fantasize about outrunning autumn, but I think it's catching up!

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