Some thoughts before departure...

  • I am still not a vet, doctor, lawyer, dog trainer, cia agent, fbi agent or a navy seal so...walk
  • I am doing this for the challenge of course, and I hope to gain a confidence that comes with this type of endeavor. But also I hope to gain some new knowledge about the world and the truths that reside in it.
  • Am I walking to "find myself"? Or just to take a walk. You decide...and you'll probably be right.
  • I'm not in the best shape of my life, but I do have a lot of new great gear so....
  • After living with my parents the last 2 years, it makes perfect sense to walk 2650 miles - alone.
  • Yes there will be bears, cougars, rattlesnakes and scorpions both imagined and real along the way. I'm definitely more worried about those imagined.
  • Am I scared? Not as of yet, more of just a constantly increasing anticipation. But check back with me on the 3rd night in the desert.
  • I tried to keep my pack fairly light, but I definitely would not call it ultralight. Somehow when I added up all my ultralight gear and put it in my ultralight pack, I ended up with just slightly heavy.
  • My biggest concern for this trip is that I get too hungry somewhere along the way, my brain goes awol as it usually does when I get hungry and subsequently you never hear from me again...I'll try to eat frequently.
  • I am not Christopher McCandless. This is not Into the Wild.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

The Wind is No Longer My Friend

Day 13, Mile 226-ish - Had a great breakfast with the Durkin family this morning and then i was off to the trail, Bob dropped me off before work. The first 3hrs of hiking is why the wind is no longer my friend. Actually its my pack who came between us. My new pack is a little too strappy and consequently during the raging winds this morning the straps were flipping and flapping, whipping and smacking... me in the face. Like having a couple cat of 9 tails whips tied to my back and neck in a multi directional wind tunnel. Like Medusa on a bad hair day, like- OK that's all i could think of, you get the point I'm sure. By lunch it got better as i climbed out of the canyons. Saw another rattle snake today, actually came up on it as it was trying to get a baby rabbit. It turned its attention to me and the rabbit got away -Thumper you live to hop another day, you owe me. Weird day though all around. I think it is hard for me to go from constant attention and interaction like at home, or Bob's, and then to complete solitude. My mind goes sometimes out here, but further then usual if you can imagine that. Today at about 4:26 i got very sad all of the sudden, and my mind decided somehow that my father was currently dying and that i could feel or sense it. I was walking along the trail crying and pleading with all forms of God to not take him away from me. It ended at about 4:32 as quickly as it had begun, but it was powerful and strange. As i write this it occurs to me that i could be right, but negative thoughts die fast in the wilderness, it will be better in the morning. Right now I'm laying in my sleeping bag on the banks of Mission Creek about 16 or so miles into the San Gorgonio Wilderness. Its like the real version of those white noise machines they sell at like Brookstone to lull you to sleep. Except i got all the tracks going- crickets chirping, frogs croaking, a babbling brook, a cougar growling... wait what the! Alright for real though there are some bats doing some crazy aerial maneuvers like 5 feet from my head catching bugs. I'm gonna watch some and then go to sleep. Song of the day; i don't know the name or who did it (Beatles maybe) but it goes "in my-hi-hyeeee liife i loved you more". Thought of day; language is an amazing thing.

JWC on the PCT

1 comment:

The Aunt said...

Oh Jesse...your post brought tears to my eyes (but before your head gets too big, keep in mind that is not a very hard thing to do these days!) No, really - I am completely enjoying your writings and find them very engrossing. (The song: Beatles "In My Life" It's a good one.) Keep on keepin' on, Jess.