grayness

I made it. I'm a bit stiff, and rather exhausted but in good order. No blisters.

I was out at 9 AM sharp (a bit later than planned) and back at 2:24 PM, covering a bit over 16.5 miles in that time frame, which means I averaged slightly over 3 mph- which was my target speed for this time.

It was another gray, cool day. Gloomy for the most part; the way I like it. My element.

I still had to take off my glasses, early on. It was obvious they were not going to stay on well. So if the pictures aren't perfect, remember as well as being a cell-phone camera... I was shooting blind, to a degree...

The light was mixed. The sun never broke through, but it occasionally came quite close. The fact it did not was good... towards the end I was getting (slight) chills, a sign I was right at my limit. I carried four bottles of water and used every last bit.

Some of this you have seen before... some of this you have not. I'm dividing it into four sections- "The Old Walk" (ground I've covered before on the way out; there are still some new things), "Onwards." (the new ground covered getting to the bridge), "There!" (at the bridge), and "...and Back Again" (the whole walk back).

The Old Walk

Onwards.

There!

...and Back Again

And I made it back.


I have been resting since, and I've found something out... if I push myself hard enough, when I finally rest, I have... visions. If I close my eyes, I see things. I have seen more than I could write in a week since I got back. It's a pity I can't DVR my brain.

But I make all of you, my friends, an offer- if you need a vision, let me know. I'll do this again, and give you one. Or if you'd like, I'll just tell you what I saw on my way that was unusual. Who knows? You may find meaning in it...

But, this said, for my part, while I am going to keep walking distances, and trying to increase my range... I think it will have to be on a track, unless such a request is made.

And that's the story of my Wednesday's journey.