This is where I’ve been the past week. My dad and I drove down to South Carolina in his Synchro for me to compete in the Tough Mudder with a friend. We sweet-talked our way into getting a private 20-person campsite at a Boyscout’s camp across the road from the event.
I took Matt’s ashes with me on the trip. He ran the course with me in my back pocket. Once the race was over, I went back to the campsite and scattered his ashes at sunset. I think he’d be happy tinkering around a Scout camp, and I’d like to think that the Scouts could learn a thing or two from Matty.