120 campsites in 356 days
This was going to be a year I wandered less and stayed put longer. It doesn’t look like it, but I succeeded. More places but fewer miles. I doubled back and tripled back less. Yet I managed to not feel fenced in.
With all the wandering I’ve done the past five years, with all the places I’ve seen, I still haven’t found that mythical Perfect Place I’d want to stay the rest of my life. No loss.
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