My alarm went off at 4:30 this morning, but I didn't need it -- I was already awake. Partly, it was because it was a cold and windy night, which didn't bode well for sleeping in a hammock, but mainly: I wanted to hike. One more time.

Let me just cut to the punchline you know is coming anyway:

After:

• 138 days
• 5,000,000 footsteps
• 961,993 feet of elevation change
• 3 states
• Around 800,000 calories
• 5 pairs of shoes
• 1,000+ hours of hiking
• 2650.10 miles

I made it to Canada.

The hike in was spectacular -- the wind cleared out much of the smoke, and the valleys were filled with clouds.

After 11-ish miles, I reached the monument signifying the end of the trail. I sat down for a while, read the log book, signed it, ate cookies, and just generally lost myself in thought.

Around 11:30, I decided it was time to pack up and head out, because I'm not actually done hiking...