So much has happened since the start of our first walk and its finish...
Murphy being diagnosed with nasal adenocarcinoma within weeks of our final mile and dying a damn hard death less than a year afterwards broke my heart beyond repair.
And then I tried my best to live a normal life but I have a mission that beckons me back on the road.
Come this May 11th, I'm walking again and if you've been reading this blog, you know the route: Canada to Mexico via the West Coast Seaboard.
And as we begin making final preparations and training for it, I've realized that this is the way to portray the first walk.
I'll begin again.