Like the miles behind me, where has time gone?

Travel, Tiredness, Tomorrow  

I realized that my dream didn’t end on top of a wind swept mountain in Maine. Rather, that mountain served as a threshold to a new world.

Spending the better part of the last year in Maine has been nothing short of amazing.

It's a strange feeling seeing the end of your journey, conflicted between the excitement of accomplishing a dream and the simultaneous dread of losing it.

The final push to Mt. Katahdin has begun.

In this moment, it seemed like I had reached a fading twilight of my time on the trail. The thing about twilight, though, is that it's the most beautiful part of the day.

Learning to embrace whatever comes your way and knowing it will all work out is a big part of the trail.

I couldn't believe I had actually hiked 2,000 miles! Emotions, known and unknown, overcame me.

I know I've probably used the word magical to describe many moments of my thru-hike, but this moment, this pond, seemed entirely that. How could this mere drop in the ocean of time stop ancient forces and drown me with its power?

Entering Maine, the final state, felt incredible and slightly overwhelming. I had come so far and now I was beginning the final chapter of this incredible journey.

The Wildcats are CRAZY steep, but these two days remain two I will never forget.

The painted sky soon gave way to unknown multitudes of stars. I felt small and spellbound. At that moment, I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be.  

The second half of Vermont: Rutland to Hanover, New Hampshire.

Vermont proved to be everything I expected and more. Bigger mountains, dense pine forests, and pristine beaver ponds filled the landscape.

Off trail adventures with my friend Mike!

The first few miles of Massachusetts were some of the best in a long time. The trail finally started to feel like mountains again.

Entering New England felt good.

Duncanon to Delaware Water Gap