I should be crossing over into New Hampshire this weekend leaving only 2 more states. But it seems the closer I get to finishing, the more I want it over. Slow down, wooooow! Easy, breath. This is constantly on my mind as I charge up the mountains, jump over the mud and brush passed the trees. Except some how this little pine coughs my attention and I was able to stop long enough to appreciate it. Remaining “in the moment,” has been one of the most challenging parts of this experience, and it keeps getting harder. But now I have this tree to remind me of what we miss by flying thru our lives like bats in the night