Day Thirteen’s 18-mile trek is one of the most beautiful, yet also most challenging. I start out on the wrong foot, so to speak, with a silly mistake I’ve never made before.

I set out before sunrise. After a half mile, I notice the light of dawn beginning to color the … um … western sky.

“Why is the sun rising in the West today?,” I muse. I realize I’ve been heading the wrong direction, curse quietly (ok, maybe not so quietly), do an abrupt turn around, and concede that this particular stretch or road is pretty enough I need to walk it twice. Continue Reading →