I was running on fumes. It was early afternoon and since yesterday morning I had hiked 51 miles on a granola bar, two uncrustables, a coke and chocolate drink. Still, I didn’t find any of my food in my food bag appealing.

The mantra for this trail kept repeating itself in my mind like a broken record. ”This is my last trail, this is my last trail, this is my last trail”. But knowing that I never had to hike another trail again after this did very little to comfort me.