It is funny the things that strike you when you're walking alone - sometimes struggling a bit and sometimes in deep thought on a flat stretch. On some of the slow-going hills I would pass a critter making its way across the path. As slow as the slug, snail or centipede were going they were managing to safely cross the path even though hundreds of boots were passing over them. It was as though letting me know that even if my pace wasn't as fast as I'd like, just keep moving and you'll get there. I also passed flowers that brought me encouragement. Many reminded me of those in the gardens of Joan, Marilyn or Helen at Salmon Beach. As if to remind me of the support I have from my SB family back home. But
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