It’s rugged, it’s hard, and I’m still processing all the thoughts and experiences I had out there from the moment I was dropped off at the northern terminus to the moment I reached the southern terminus under a moonless sky, unsupported and under my own power. The numbers don’t put this experience into perspective, but numbers rarely do.
The northern section of this trail varied wildly from its southern end, and was arguably more mentally fatiguing. I found the southern end to be more scenic and the terrain far more runnable, which made for a faster going and more aesthetic second half. Put those halves together and you have the full GRT.