My knees were on fire, my right shoulder felt like someone was pushing a knitting needle into it, I stank, all my clothes felt fusty and I was utterly exhausted but day 14 was a fucking great day.
I made it to the Californian/ Oregon boarder alive…more alive than ever actually.
I stayed on a church floor for the evening and gave myself a rest day to wash my clothes and re-up on groceries. I also found this ^^ enticing selection of VHS (yes…V H S) at the church and happily enjoyed sitting on a sofa and entering a 90’s film coma.
bitter/sweet 