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Road of Bones

It was nearly 1am, dark, dusty, cold and quiet when Anton and I made the final transition from dirt to pavement. Eyes blurry and teeth chattering we exchanged a tired glance of acknowledgment that we had officially conquered the 1,217 miles that is the Road of Bones. As the dust settled, both literally and metaphorically, the gravity of what we had accomplished began to set in, but that is not where this story begins. To fully understand and appreciate what we had done we need to reflect back to 7 days in the past.

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