I cried. Coming out of the bushwhack and seeing the lake for the first time and also the oh, so elusive trail, it got to me. It's been a long time since I felt overwhelmed at the finish line, but this one got to me. This one meant a lot to me. I kept walking to the end crying as memories of all the trying moments I had endured since Mexico rushed back.
Was all that worth it for this?
Always. I had walked so far and got to see the amazing.
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