The countdown is in ernest now. By the close of today Andra will have walked 420 miles of the 444 mile Natchez Trace and will be within 48 hours of the finish line. Bloody impressive if you ask me.
Dear Meriwether Lewis:
You gave me a gift.
Inspiration. You lent me your voice. Your story. You let me imagine what you might do if you had more time. Your men looked to you as a father, but you let me imagine how you might father a lost little girl. You didn’t disappoint me.
Fortitude. You gave me the strength to not give up, even when I stood on the side of the road and screamed, “I quit! I quit! I quit!” into a Mississippi swamp. When I couldn’t feel my fingers, when I wished I could cut off my toes.
Connection. You led some of Clark’s descendants to find me, as I stumbled through an open field. “Lewis was murdered!” We found connection in that thought, common ground in that idea. The wind roared in unison with our shared belief in you. Maybe that…
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