FOUR WEEKS

Another day, another mountain, another 20 miles closer to  Katahdin. 4 weeks, that is what I  tell myself lately. 400+ miles seems too far,1 month seems too long and even 2 states seem to be 2 many. But  4 weeks? I can do 4 weeks.
My usual knee joint  pain was alive and kicking my butt, well so to  speak, in the  morning. The trail was the typical root and rock affair. I began to  think I would have to tell Tiger Bob to simply go on without me. But after stopping at a cabin with an observation deck and eating a  chocolate bar, I seemed to rejuvenate and finished strong. We got a short resupply and now are camping beneath the towering pines of Vermont. I expect to be in New Hampshire  tomorrow and possibly find a room to stay. Yesterday was incredibly exhaustive. Likely this morning I was still experiencing the aftershocks. But experiencing the love, prayers and support from friends and family has bolstered my energy and determination to finish strong, finish well and with conviction.
  Through my reading while being a member of this  nomadic  tribe I have come to realize the importance of grace. Christ talked about it alot in the gospels and now Paul is doing the same with the new Christians both Jew and Gentle. I realize how important it is to be gracious  out here with strangers, thru hikers, and just everyone I meet from the outset. There is just no time to be suspicious. Life is just too damn short.