The passage of time is subjective. This is pretty basic. It's interesting how differently you see time when you've been rambling from one campsite to the next, then spend days, whole days! in cities. I feel like I've been living in New Mexico for just over a year, but in reality it's been a week or so. I've been in Albuquerque for full on three days, but somehow my brain supplies memories counting much more.
Christy, bright and shiny early on my last day in Santa Fe
I warned Christy the night before she had to paint something on my bike. She slept on it, I guess, and had an idea first thing: a ward to protect against lightning. She said it was a consistent fear for her on the trail, and I certainly can use the protection myself.