Driven by a desire to protect the realm, Jon Snow leaves Winterfell and embarks on a journey towards the untamed landscapes of the “real North” to join the Night’s Watch. I am following Jon Snow on his 122 kilometre (76 mile) journey from Castle Black to Hardhome, as he transforms from the bastard of Ned Stark into a respected Lord Commander and ally of the Free Folk.
Jon’s not my favourite character. He’s not even my favourite in the Stark family. In case it become relevant later on, the official ranking is Eddard Stark, 50 leagues of empty road, then the rest of the family follows in this order: Catelyn Tully, Arya, Jon, Rickon, Robb, and Sansa. Actually, on the grounds that Jon isn’t actually a child of Edward or Catelyn, I’ll include the fostered Ramsay Bolton in the mix. Ramsay falls after Jon but before Rickon, which just proves that how much I like a character isn’t based on them being likeable at all. This is my ranking after watching the TV series. I suspect the ranking was different after reading the books but before seeing the TV versions of the characters, but I didn’t leave myself any notes about my preferences back then.
I don’t have a lot to say for this distance travelled. I finished my home renovation. On theme for the whole Game of Thrones thing, winter came. It’s currently taking short breaks, warming up above zero just long enough to make it hurt when it drops again. Most of my walking remains indoors (malls, treadmill, and up and down endless flights of stairs). I’ve ordered a new pair of Saucony running shoes for spring, since the soles on these ones are starting to wear through. I wonder if any manufacturer sells shoes based on how long the soles last?
You know nothing, Jon Snow.
