Trail Mile 88
I wanted him to quit. I wanted my brother to tell me that he couldn’t go on, that he would depart the trail as soon as we got to the nearest town. He didn’t want to be on the trail. He’d made that obvious. I couldn’t imagine going home after only eight days. He had to be entertaining similar thoughts, but his recreational negativity didn’t make sense from my perception of our experience. I didn’t understand what was so miserable about our hike.
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