Eight Mile

The trail is getting harder. The hike keeps becoming more challenging right as my legs adjust to the previous terrain.

Sometimes, as I catapult into rocks or slide knee first down a muddy slope, I laugh to myself at the hilarity of my predicament and how ridiculous it is before wincing in pain because pine needles have found their way through my shorts. 

I'm camping with tweenage summer campers tonight. They gave me their leftover potatoes.

Eight miles to the border. Eight miles to the first state border. Get. Me. Out. Of. MAAAAAAAAAINE!!!!!!!!!