Yesterday, after a long (30.8 miles) and damp day, Dad and I passed under the international bridge on the St. John, reaching the eastern end of the NFCT. My GPS total reflected 749.7 miles. With God’s grace, I had covered every mile unassisted. It felt unbelievable.
I think my numb, white fingers and shivering self tempered some of the emotion of the moment, but I still felt ready to cry. So many days of beauty, danger, kindness, and endurance were coming to an end. A dream, that once seemed beyond all reach, would now become a treasured memory.
To all of you, who cheered me on and supported me in infinite ways, please know that you were with me in that special moment and you will always be part of the story of NFCT 2015 for me!
(I hope to write up the rest of the days, with many photos, while it is all fresh in my mind).