I just got home after finishing up a couple days ago. Man, what a monster of a race. I heard a bunch of people say "once you get out of Montana, it's smooth sailing."
I've never heard a bigger lie. Everyday is harder and harder. Everything from trying to mate an ass full of sores to a frozen saddle before sunrise, to trying to choke down another cinnamon roll when my mouth was abraded and raw from all the sugar, to getting caught in an all day monsoon in New Mexico when I thought the only weather I'd have to worry about was wind and sun.
Huge amout of respect for anybody who finishes this thing, and especially for the people who are still out there plugging away.
The last week, while I was struggling for that border, I kept telling myself that there would be an end to the suffering. I wanted the end so bad.
When I got there, I wanted to keep heading south. Kinda wish I was still out there sleeping in the sage.
Chatted with you briefly in front of the Basecamp in Helena. Congrats on your finish.