As a pilot who is familiar with the internal thoughts involved in night VFR or day IFR across western Pennsylvania, western Maryland, and West Virginia, I can attest that there is a lot of deep concern for the required total reliability on those "VFR Days" that she waited for.
Hours over water, out of sight of land, deep thoughts. Over any frigid water, which much of hers was, fear is inside any thinking person, male or female. Desolate rocky, terrain without any visible roads, the engine is on automatic rough again.
Over 200 hours by yourself has its times of thrill, and accomplishment, but it is not all a joyride. The radio's are a connection with the terrestrial world and people, but do they have accents that are hard to understand?
Envious? Yes, a little bit, but carefully looking back, I don't think that if a sponsor had given me the opportunity, any time in my life, in a plane that small, I would have passed.
Just not willing to bet my life that all the risks would be overcome, the mechanical device surrounding me would not malfunction at a bad time.
My congratulations to a very lucky pilot. Lucky because she had the opportunity. Lucky because the planning did cover solutions to all the problems. Lucky because she had the skills and judgement to carry out the plan, mangled as it was by the nd of her adventure.