“Well it’s all right, riding around in the breeze
Well it’s all right, if you live the life you please
Well it’s all right, even if the sun don’t shine
Well it’s all right, we’re going to the end of the line”
The Traveling Wilburys
Okay, it isn’t quite the end. I still have five more days to walk the Natchez Trace. Eighty-four miles. It’s not the end of the road.
Friday marked an end of sorts. It was probably the last day I walked 15 miles alone. After day-after-day-after-day of birds, of cars, of the whisper of leaves and the cackle of squirrels, of the noise of my own mind……after thinking I would never be through the swamps of Mississippi…..that I would not endure the climb into Tennessee……..here I am.
Near the end.
I took my time on Friday. Dragged it out. I climbed down to a creek and listened to the water run over rock. I walked through the remains of a muddy cornfield to stand in another field of daffodils. I marveled at an abandoned hornets nest, high up in a tree. I relished every sound, every nuance…
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