If I could make a small suggestion…
How about hiking, in 67 days, from Springer Mountain to West Virginia.
That would leave time for oh, seeing The Cliffs, or hanging out with the hiking buddies you meet above God*s Thumb. Or admiring that girl sleeping caged up next to you in The Smokies. Or spending dinner with a group of newfound hiking friends at Sunnybank Inn in Hot Springs, North Carolina. Or seeing that mama bear with two trouble-making cubs in Shenandoah. That deer walking down the Trail toward you, expecting you to step aside off the Trail, deciding to stop and see what you’re all about.
Ahh, seeing the change in your compadres, and maybe yourself.
Hiking to Katahdin and getting there when you get there. Everything else assembling afterword in a glorious and magical order you couldn’t have possibly anticipated at the start.
It could be an experience to savor for a lifetime. To relish every moment along the way. To absorb and delight in every possible experience along the way.
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