Washington kicked my ass. Freezing rain, tonsilitis, hypothermia, hunger, general exhaustion and one day of dumping snow. Finished in the rain and cried- how do so many small moments add up to one huge thing? Collapsed at the Manning Park lodge with my friends, watched American Gangster on tv and ate the last of my jerky. Went in the sauna and felt my core warm all the way up for the first time in days. Spent last night in Bellingham with Spark and Instigate; listened to metal while eating one last massive plate of nachos, walked around under the ponderous clouds in my hiking clothes, this song playing in my head again and again and again. Now I’m hitching my way back to Portland via the I-5 corridor. In portland my life is in pieces all over the place; October is for reassembly, for rest, for running (in the rain) and for telling you. The whole. Story.