Tonight I’m sleeping in Connecticut, near Kent, in a ⛺️. Tomorrow will be the 5th day in a row that I’ll hike all day, set up a tent, filter water from a stream and try to eat the food I’ve rehydrated. It’s been too long a stretch and parts of me are sick of the isolation. But I can smell the barn door with only 731miles to go. This weekend I’ll wake up in Massachusetts, my home ? I’ve found myself steadily loosing interest in this hiking thing. So I turn again to the beautiful views hoping to keep the magic alive. It’s sad to think, now that I have the dream in hand, I might be getting tired of it. What a challenge to “appreciate” what we have right in front of us.