I've had the same feeling since coming home from the Wind Rivers--just beginning to snap out of it. The worst of it was that after 2 weeks in the outdoors, I couldn't sleep in the enclosed motel rooms. As a result, I drove 1,000 miles home on very little sleep and a ton of caffeine. Not at all good for the body, especially a 72-year-old one!

Some of it is post-trip depression, too. I probably should have packed my stuff back up and headed up Mt. Hood.
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May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view--E. Abbey