I woke up with a renewed appreciation for what is, and although still experiencing some discomfort while breathing, forgot my worries and pains after putting my pack on and starting to move.
It was a gorgeous morning and I was alive.
I crossed paths with a young deer.
And then strode to the California finish line by 11 a.m.
After nearly 1,700 miles and 120 days, I made it to Oregon.
And so did my brother.
I was soon greeted by the Beaver Creek Family, who welcomed me with fresh fruit and energy bars.
Here are some of my first glimpses of Oregon.
By dinner time I reached another milestone.
I was running out of food options so I celebrated with a cup of generic Lucky Charms or Marshmellow Mateys to be precise.
I pushed on to squeeze a few more miles into my day and thereby hasten my arrival to Ashland, the first real city near the trail since South Lake Tahoe, some 600 miles ago.
I stopped near sundown to check in with my parents, and caught the last of the sunset while enjoying a cold soda that had been left by some trail angels.