I would walk 100 miles

“For another hour or so, I drifted on the edge of deep sleep, waiting for an engine to wake me. No one came. Eventually, I sat up, unzipped the tent door and poked my head outside. The day was lightening, and I could see my campsite for the first time: a small break in the trees, just a meter or two off a snowmobile trail. I’d stopped here around 1 a.m. the night before. The other racer I’d been travelling with had carried on down the trail, saying that he felt it was too cold to camp, too dangerous to stop moving. I’d wondered if he was right, but walking all night also meant risking hallucinations, hypothermia, and compromised judgment.”

Eva Holland – The Globe and Mail – March 2018


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