For 30 days and 300 miles the Sea was my Shepard. Constant and true. Saying goodbye, was like seeing a girlfriend off to start a long distance relationship. Will she miss me as much as I miss her? How could I ever know. But my destiny, too, awaits. I've turned south. To Santiago. Filled with as much uncertainty as I had when I started. I'm more well equipped to handle the Way...but that hasn't dissolved the fear. It could end any day, as it has for so many others up to this point. The last 100 or so miles is about survival. The last stage of your journey is always the quietest. The focus more intense. Day 7 is different than day 40. I now have everything to lose.