Pity Parties, Temper Tantrums & Desert Allergies
I wake up at 6:20 a.m. after a long night of not very much sleep, camped on a soft sliver of dirt beside patches of snow at mile 190.5. All night, the wind roared through the trees and pounded against the walls of my tent. It continues into the morning and I curse as I … More Pity Parties, Temper Tantrums & Desert Allergies