Today felt like something out of a Louis L’Amour novel. I could have been Mustang Man or one of the Sackett brothers. The terrain had the feel of the “Great West”. Then again, maybe a large psycho with a bad haircut is more my style. I just need to find Llewelyn Moss.
I walked the beginning portion with a lady named Donna from London, then continued on by myself. I walked around 40km today, and my legs are feeling pretty good. My legs are starting to adjust to the daily walking.