I open my eyes. Still tired. Notice the dew on the tent, the sun just beginning to work. Muscles aching, I wriggle out of my sleeping bag.
I rub my sore feet before lacing up my dirty Altras. What, after all, am I wearing that isn’t dirty? I laugh to myself.
Down some chow, a protein bar will suffice for now. A swig of water. Break camp. Get everything in the pack, hoist it on my tired back.
Time to hit the trail. I grab my poles.
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
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Thanks so much for sharing this, Sue! 🌷
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My pleasure 🙂
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