So the time has come for me to head home. I just have a few stops planned along the way, but for the most part my trip through The West is concluded. Yet, it certainly ended with a bang. A final four-day backpacking trip took me through the Grand Canyon with a new friend along a very tough and very strenuous route – to say the least. This was one last chance to test my wits, and push my will to go on. We made it out alive, tired and worn down, but alive.
Why must every good thing come to an end?
Maybe it’s so the next good thing can begin. What I’ve come to realize is that life is beautiful, and every moment is precious. We should give thanks for every day spent here, every breath taken in good health. As I move on to complete my book and the travels beyond, I will give thanks for all the privileges bestowed upon me. But lets not chalk it up to luck. For as long as we have free will we can choose what we do, who we become and what kind of world we live in.
“The grass is green right here and right now, but we have to water it”
I will carry on traveling, remembering and cherishing the time I’ve had here in The West: the lessons learned, the challenges overcome, and the many friends acquired. Thank you world.