After months of walking and painting, I asked myself if the expedition was living up to my expectations. My answer? Well, yes, in a way. I had told myself that it would be challenging and wonderful, but I don’t think I really knew what that meant. I certainly do now. It’s far more than I ever expected—more exhausting, more exhilarating, more painful, more fulfilling and deeply, deeply satisfying. I’m giving everything I have, and I go through the gamut of emotions nearly every day. More than once, I’ve cried—with pain, exhaustion, worry, joy, laughter. Nearly every evening, I’m so tired that I think I can’t go on. Then, every morning I can’t wait to get started again. And Dupon has stolen my heart.
As for my art, I’ve learned so…