I have conceded. Damn you, mountains. You are better than me. With my knee still sore and the next two back-to-back obstacles being Rocky Mountain (4,017 ft) and Tray Mountain (4,430 ft), both of which are steep and rocky, I have decided to admit defeat. I’m sure I could make the climb up, but the rocky climbs down are what worry me. I don’t want to wreck myself at the top of a mountain where no roads go.
I’m far too stubborn to go somewhere if I don’t think I can get back on my own accord. I don’t like relying on other people. I have other adventures I wanna go on, anyways. Like, living in a van and driving across the country going to places I’ve yet to be. Or driving Route 66. Or both. Or neither. Who knows? That’s for life to decide.