Notes From the Harrison Hills

About six miles into my thirty-mile hike, I realize there’s no way I’m going to make it thirty miles this weekend. I’d gotten a late start this morning already, and when I was planning my route, I didn’t reckon on just how challenging this trail would be, nor on the rain and wet. In truth, the original plan was probably always too ambitious, but I’m stubborn as fuck and I like to push myself.