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Sometime today (maybe by the time you read this post), I’ll walk up to milepost 444 on the Natchez Trace and end my 444-mile trek from Natchez, Mississippi. I don’t know how I’m going to feel, but I’m sure I’ll be crying.
Not because my feet hurt. Or my joints ache. Or I’ve walked for more than a month straight and managed to GAIN weight.
I’ll cry because I’ll miss it. The solitude. The time with my thoughts. The perfect peace that can only come from a trial by pain.
And I’ll miss my parents. This trip with me is Dad’s Last Grand Adventure. It may be Mom’s as well, but it is surely Dad’s. I may spend a lot more time with my parents, but I will never, ever have this time again.
In the midst of my tears, though, I’m going to stop at milepost 444, and I’m…
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