Day 99, a wonderful zero---Last nights sleep wasn't the best, but it was still in a bed. Had a great breakfast at Munchies in downtown Ashland this morning. Afterwards i called my Moms' friend Julie, and she picked us up from the hostel about an hour later. Oh and jumping jeffery gave us our money back for tonight after a brief discussion of the magical powers of fermenting grains and drinking the juice. Anyway, we rode in style to Julie's home in her husbands Yukon Denali; black on black - baaawlin. When we arrived it was a beautiful estate on 16 acres, it felt like we were pulling into a resort. We got the grand tour and i was consistently impressed and in awe at how cool this place is. Icebag and Don't Panic got set up in basically their own apartment with a big screen plasma, and wi-fi with a laptop. I got a guest bedroom in the house which is equally amazing with my own sunken tub shower combo attached. Julie had everything we could want or need available to us. We swam in the pool and lounged in the afternoon, went shopping for a resupply and had a filet mignon dinner...yeah its like that. I met Julie's husband Chuck earlier this evening and found out the man is into most things i have ever considered cool. He has a custom 66' fastback mustang, a gun collection, and has trained and trains in jeet kune do with some of the the most recognizable names in the world of martial arts. It was great to sit and talk with someone on this trip who knew about things i am into. Believe it or not guns, muscle cars, and UFC are not popular topics of convo among other pct thru-hikers. Shocking i know. Just a great day and night, and i am very appreciative that my Mother set this up for me. Tomorrow it is back to the trail, leaving a place like this will be hard. But i can take solace in the fact that it won't be long before i am surrounded by a bunch of folks i am related to in one way or another and that i have been walking towards for a long while. Alright my writing is going from bad to worse as i fall asleep. Thought of the day; helping people to help themselves is often better then just helping people. Song of the day; iiii gawt frinnnnnds in lowww playces, where the something and something and something chayses my fears awayyyyy, and it'll be okayyyy, Garth Brooks?. Craving of the day; i was too busy eating to crave anything.
JWC on the PCT
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.
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2 comments:
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding! You are correct! Friends in Low Places by Garth Brooks:
Blame it all on my roots
I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair
The last one to know
The last one to show
I was the last one
You thought you'd see there
And I saw the surprise
And the fear in his eyes
When I took his glass of champagne
And I toasted you
Said, honey, we may be through
But you'll never hear me complain
'Cause I've got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I'll be okay
I'm not big on social graces
Think I'll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, I've got friends in low places
Jesse...Both Mariko and Niki were born in Ashland and Jefferson was
born in nearby Medford, and I graduated from Medford High School. My memories of Southern Oregon...the good the bad and the ugly...are numerous. So happy that you connected with Chuck and Julie, who are one of those good memories from Southern Oregon. Good people for sure. I am so looking forward to seeing your wonderful face in a few weeks. It
seems amazing that you are getting so near your goal! And why Dubai?
Love as always..........Andrea
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