For the last few days, I've wound up calling it quits a few miles short of my goal. Partly it's because I find a good campsite, and partly it's because I'm just tired. But either way, I still need to make up those miles at some point. And it's annoying because I feel that, like Stanley Hudson, I've lost a little of my speed, a little of my fire.
Today, I'm gonna make up those miles. And along the way, I'm going to see lots and lots of beautiful sights, so let's just cut to the pictures.
At the end of the day, I hit my ~32 miles (with almost 15,000 feet of elevation change), and was pretty proud. I can still pull hard miles when I need to.