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  • There are no words to describe the feeling of crossing the 100-mile mark on the Pacific Crest Trail. I had never backpacked in my life. I spent the first days in pain, alone, cold and wet, sad and crying. I made friends, I laughed, I told stories, I heard stories, I sang, I climbed over crests and looked down on beautiful valleys and mountain ranges and saw flowers and trees and animals and rain and sleet and sunshine. I made it this far. "I just might be able to do this," I thought as I walked over the line.
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