Wow what a surprise to come to the 2000 mile mark, “only” 189 miles to go. It’s like when you wake up to your 60th or 70th birthday and wonder “how did this happen”?  I’m trying to appreciate the last 2 weeks of living in wilderness, but… yesterday as I heard traffic noise coming from a distant road leading me to Stratton and a shower and a bunk and restaurant food, my excitement reminded me of what I felt in March leaving all that for the wilderness life. Could there be a balance?  I’ve learned a lot about the way I want to live when I come home.