These past few weeks, I’ve been asked a few times why I decided to do this hike, or what could possibly have gone so wrong in my life to warrant doing it. I have responded with different answers each time, because to be honest, I don’t know why I’m putting myself through this. My feet are covered in blisters, sometimes I sleep in a cold attic full of snoring men and I know I could be much more comfortable resting in my bed. That said, I am super joyful here. I’m even smiling while I have shed...

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