A year ago today, Ben and I rolled off the back side of the Cuyamaca Mountains into Anza Borrego desert where we crawled into our new tent and sleeping bag not quite sure of the amazing adventure that lay before us.
A year later, we are sitting in the comfort of the local bar, drinking our beer on tap while we wait for food made by someone else, Ben with a respectably short beard, myself typing on a cracked screen, our thighs fitting in our pants the way they used to.
Yet the excitement and wonder that began on that cool January day lingers within us, and as far as I know, it always will.
Thank you all who took the journey with us.
Also, we promise to get the Washington post up soon!