What a freaking week. I went through numerous states of mind over the past 150 miles. Everywhere from feeling like a god while traversing the divide through sleet and hail, to feeling like a bum camped on the bike path outside of Frisco while I was sick with a migraine and awful nausea. It’s funny how many mindsets I filter through within a day, or an hour. From high ridges, the adrenaline of running from thunderheads, to plowing through thigh deep snow wondering where the trail is, thinking “I’m never gonna make it”, then finding dry trail and shortly thereafter thinking about all the future adventures I can’t wait to go on.