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Reflections from June 21-25

By Ellen Langford

The last three days of the final approach into Harpers Ferry were so rewarding. Got in pretty late the last evening after the last 20 miles. Stan was waiting with a frozen mango adult beverage. That next morning I checked in with the ATC to get my 1/2 way number (591) and have my photo…

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Reflections June 18

By Ellen Langford

After my last post, June 4, so much has happened… Made it to Rockfish Gap, the southern end of the Shenandoah National Park, and the hopping-off place for Waynesboro, Virginia. I hopped off. In Waynesboro, I had perfect timing for their third annual hiker festival. Met new friends and ran into known ones. LoFi, Mountain…

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Reflections from June 4

By Ellen Langford

Virginia keeps on keeping on. About 200 miles still left in this state, and then I won’t even be quite halfway through this journey. But every single day l’m incredibly grateful to be able to be out here. It’s incredibly hard and yet I can’t believe my luck. One night I camped by a waterfall.…

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Reflections from May 26

By Ellen Langford

  It’s been a wild couple of weeks, my friends. Trying to cover more ground, then needing rest, and having the good fortune to be with friends new and old, on the trail and off. There have been a few 20+ mile days, some crazy weather involving simultaneous hail and lightning storms, some gorgeous weather,…

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Relfections from May 15

By Ellen Langford

I guess I’m feeling like a trail boss? Don’t want to get cocky, because every step, every up, every down, is a challenge. But I’m over 600 miles y’all. Trail directions 600 mile marker. Why aren’t these more permanent? The trail mileage is constantly changing. Gorgeous mountain azaleas blooming. Rain rain rain. Everything SOAKED. Trekking…

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Reflections from May 9

By Ellen Langford

I have covered one quarter of the way of this walk from Georgia to Maine. Still feels like I just started. Still feels like I don’t know what I’m doing. Still feels so incredibly hard. But every now and then, I’m starting to realize that I do know a thing or two. That I’m getting…

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