Today, March 2nd, is 3 years since I summited Springer Mountain, and began walking to Maine. In the craziness of this typical real-world Friday, I was able to take a few moments to reflect: I baked my favorite cookies, sea salted whole wheat chocolate chip, washed them down with a latte, and thought some thoughts.
Three years ago at this exact minute, I was settling in for a very, very cold first night on the mountain. I ate angel hair spaghetti with powdered tomato sauce, and filtered water from the pvc-piped spring. The temps dropped to a balmy 7 degrees. I never slept a wink.
Those are moments I will not soon forget.
Dammit! And now, I want a cookie. Ps: speaking of cookies... look who finally changed her browser settings in order to comment!
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