Maybe all my toil and misery was invested wisely with Karma, because now I am happily in my old New Hampshire hood, taking days off with my old friends. In addition to high times and plethoras of food I am able to visit my old home on Squam Lake, perhaps the only place on this journey that I can call a home. It's great to see all my friends have survived the winter and prospered since; working through and enjoying the summer.
The White Mountains are exactly as I remember: beautiful and exruciatingly hard. Only 380 miles left!
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