I must say it was strange leaving the trail.
I hadn’t driven a car in three months. It felt a bit like a dream at first. Thankfully, it was “like riding a bike.”
My own bed felt unusually comfortable. And somehow I missed the night air and sounds of the forest.
The people I left at home had to readjust to my presence. And vice versa.
And I will have to become reconditioned to the trail whenever I’m able to return. It will be starting over, in a way.
At the moment it feels like I’ve left something hanging, undone.
It is good to be home. And yet I feel restless to get back out, with my fellow travelers, to finish what we started.