I’m going back to Section J. The plans are set, the time taken off work, the necessary gear inventoried and grocery lists made. Here I am, a year later, going back to finish what I started. Things feel very different than they did last year. There’s none of the fluttering, panicked excitement of last year. I have a quieter sort of anticipation this time around. And I’m not afraid of sleeping alone in the wilderness anymore.
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