On Empty

The first mile of the day starts slow as I work out my tense joints and achey muscles. I'm not as energetic as I was just a month or so ago, but I'm pulled through each day by the hope of reaching Canada. My weariness grows, and like weeds along the trail, it chokes the beauty of creativity from fully blossoming, and at the end of the day when I settle into my tent I have no energy to string together thoughts for coherent blog posts. I have many stories to tell but not enough daylight in the day to hike and write. I guess I'll just have to share these stories after I get to Canada.