hiccup

The speakers pumped out R&B and rap, the sounds of our Hollandale students, into the night as Jess drove us home. I leaned my head towards the open window and lay my arm outside to feel the rush of air only felt from a vehicle moving fast on these windy mountain roads. And already, the trail seemed so far away....

In a flash, my break in West Virginia is over, and with newly-patched pockets on my pack (at the hands of the amazing M. Wysopal) and the guilt of emails still unanswered, I'm heading back.

Under 1000 miles to go! Blaze on!