From Mexico to Canada on the Continental Divide Trail

 I've got a bit more narrative to write over the last part of the trail. I've got thousands of photos to sort and edit, lots of video footage too. This task is a bit overwhelming! Part of that problem is that since moving from a mac to a linux laptop, I lost a good workflow I had with ON1 Photo Raw to edit pictures, and the DaVinci video platform. I've tried Darktable and Raw Therapee for pictures, but don't like them very much. My next step is to try the (commercial) Corel AfterShot Pro, then to see if I can get ON1 to work with WINE, or maybe (ugh) a virtual machine. Anyway, editing the photos needs to be fun, because I suspect that's at least 2 solid days of work. Another thing coming to mind now, brought up by remembering the frozen lake crossing, is that I wasn't prepared for the mental challenge of a very long trail. Everything I've done before has been short enough that the initial wave of enthusiasm was enough to carry me. I didn't know that this...

 Hey all, I'm back home. I really needed to come home. It's been a week, and feels like healing. There are a number of things that happened that I didn't talk about. I often felt so, so tired. Once, I did something really dangerous just to save me from a draining and tedious hour going up and down over dead trees and snowdrifts along a lakeshore in the San Juans. The lake was partially frozen. I decided to walk across the frozen part of the lake. The whole time, stomping and sliding down steep snow to the edge of the great ice floe, I was saying "what are you doing? This could be bad." However, another part of me was grimly determined to save energy for what I knew would be a tough afternoon dropping into and climbing out of several valleys. This part was silent, answering only with marching legs and a set brow. I stepped onto the ice. Crunch. Crunch. No one was around anywhere. If I broke through, I guessed it would be like the many movies I'd seen where some...