It was time to rest my legs, so it was off to Damascus for the day. The day included a visit to the outfitter where I found grandma Gatewood‘s sneakers. I had meatloaf at the diner too.

I’m at Lady Di’s hostel for the night, hoping to recover enough to do some more hiking before it’s time to go home.

When I was a boy I was told that anybody could become President. Now I’m beginning
to believe it.

Clarence Darrow