New Shoes, Spring Storms
The trail is a flat ribbon of dirt as it skirts the two-lane highway out of Front Royal, Virginia. I’m well-rested, shower-fresh, and finally, after almost 1,000 miles, I have my first new pair of shoes. Today, I decide, is going to be a good day. I pop in my headphones, pump my trekking poles … More New Shoes, Spring Storms