Day 21 – Making Molehills out of Mountains
When nothing seems to help, I go look at a stonecutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not that blow that did it, but all that had gone before. – Jacob Riis
Breakfast came courtesy of Bob and Marnie. We met them in the morning at the campground. Bob plays the bagpipes. Unfortunately, we just missed hearing his practice session the previous evening by less than an hour. They spend much of their retirement RVing across the U.S. and make an annual stop at the campground where we stayed.
In keeping with our new strategy of getting through the mountains (one long day followed by an easy day), today was a short walking day.