so...tired...so...tired...

But I survived. And it didn't feel like 17 miles -- it really was all downhill. And what's better; I didn't have to brake that often so I don't think I drove anyone completely insane with my squeaking. All in all, a good day. Perhaps I'll write more about it later if I have time...But time is something that keeps escaping my grasp at present. Tomorrow I have to go to campus twice; first for my piano lesson and then in the afternoon for Am. Lit. Right now, all I want to do is fall into bed...and pray that my hands feel less sore in the morning; otherwise I'll have a hard time playing the piano at my lesson. Ugh.

Thanks to those who thought of me or prayed for me! I am most thankful that it worked out, and it truly was a beautiful trail. I'd like to do it again someday.