Never quit a long-distance hike on a bad day.
From Kenosha Pass to Highway 9 on the Colorado Trail was thirty-two miles, and though I’d only done a little over a hundred miles altogether, I knew I was done.
The sickness that had slowed me down had finally passed, but it felt like more than just a cold lifting. It was as though I’d crossed an invisible threshold, some deeper catharsis unfolding, something my conscious mind wasn’t quite ready to understand.
When I made the decision to leave the trail I’d been chasing for so long, a sense of relief washed over me. The Colorado Trail would always be there, waiting for me to return and explore its hidden paths. But for now, the horizon whispered of more intriguing possibilities.
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