End of the Road
Okay, it isn’t quite the end. I still have five more days to walk the Natchez Trace. Eighty-four miles. It’s not the end of the road.
Friday marked an end of sorts. It was probably the last day I walked 15 miles alone. After day-after-day-after-day of birds, of cars, of the whisper of leaves and the cackle of squirrels, of the noise of my own mind……after thinking I would never be through the swamps of Mississippi…..that I would not endure the climb into Tennessee……..here I am.
Near the end.
I took my time on Friday. Dragged it out. I climbed down to a creek and listened to the water run over rock. I walked through the remains of a muddy cornfield to stand in another field of daffodils. I marveled at an abandoned hornets nest, high up in a tree. I relished every sound, every nuance I could only glean by walking.
At every bend in the tarmac, I listened. I watched. I breathed.
Meriwether Lewis traveled the trail I’m on. He saw the same natural cairn of rock. Heard the call of the crow. Maybe he walked his horse up the same big hill I climbed. Whatever the state of his mind as he approached Grinder’s Stand, I hope he saw the world the way I did yesterday. Light and shadow. Earth and water.
A gorgeous place.
When we take the time to look.
Click here to see the best photos from Day 28 of my Natchez Trace 444-mile walk: Andra Watkins Tumblr
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Today’s Reader Question. I was too delirious to get the mileage right, and I didn’t do a retake.