One thousand miles. One does not truly understand the magnitude of this.distance until you attempt to travel it on foot. I can remember watching this number pass several times on my car's odometer and never throwing a party or reminiscing over the time that had passed but when you see 1000 pass by and you are traveling on 30+ year old legs you take notice. We hit this mark a few days ago after passing through the wilderness of Yosemite. After sitting on our couch in Austin looking at maps and thinking about what it would be like to walk 1000 miles I have to say I was nowhere close to understanding. My eyes have seen sights that I did not realize existed and for that we wake up daily with feet that are numb. Sounds like a fair price to me. We still have an extremely long way to go. The current number stands at 1647 miles to Canada a daunting number when stared at head on, but when you
place that number in front of two of the more stubborn or if we use politically correct terms, determined individuals it becomes a number that can be reached.

It will not be reached today though as this message is being written from the dorm room above the Northern Kennedy Meadows Resort and pack station below Sonora Pass. This is an interesting location where the worlds of cowboys, "city folk", and hikers collide. We were waiting on a supply package that would never come as the nearest Post Office is 57 miles away on winding mountain roads. We were able to resupply at the store, but our feet won't hit the trail until tomorrow morning. From here we head to Tahoe, but tonight we get to sit back eat a hearty family meal and rejoice in the fact that we just walked 5,280,000 feet in about two and a half months. Can you say chili cheeseburger please?