A month after finishing the Long Trail feels like a kaleidoscope of dreams. One thousand shades of green mixed repeating relentlessly cut only by a streak of dirt through the forest. The long trail was hard. I made it hard. That was the goal. I went pretty fast for me, taking eight days to go from Canada to Massachusetts up and over the spine of the green mountains. I explored crevices of my home I’d never heard of and relished in the summits I frequent. It was hot every day with humidity to match, a true Vermont experience.