Should I go home?

Today was the first day I seriously contemplated leaving trail. I'm completely miserable and I'm not having any fun. Today I reached my lowest morale point on the entire trail.

The only thing keeping me going is knowing that I'm so close to the end. As of right now I only have 249.1 miles to Katahdin.

I never though my lowest morale point would come in my home state of Maine. It might be that I'm home sick on some level. I'm only an hour and a half car ride from Portland. I could be home by late evening if I wanted to be.

Maybe it's that I simply sick of this trail. A lot of it looks the same these days.

It could also be that everything seems to go wrong these days. I once again snapped one of my Leki Poles today, and the basket broke off the other one. My shoes are dead, my pack is dying, and these mountains aren't getting any easier.

I know I need to finish, I know I'll regret leaving trail so close to the end. Katahdin beckons me.

This is the part where I really begin to fight will all of my heart, all of my soul, and all of my might.

And that's the way it is.

Kirby

Ga>ME 2008.