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