I just checked my Isle Royale map and counted out every mile I’ll be hiking, and over the course of 7 days (1 of rest) I’ll be hiking 48 miles.

That number both terrifies me and makes me eager to leave. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so compelled to do something yet so frightened of it at the same time. This is an awesome feeling.

I can’t focus on work. The Wings are playing for the Stanley Cup and as far as I’m concerned they do not exist.

GM does not exist.

The economy does not exist.

There is only an island and a need to be there.

After that, I have no idea.

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