Me 2007-09-05 Back to work
September 5th, 2007
Today has been a mix of feelings. Listening to Timo Mass’ “It’s the first day (of the rest of your life)” I pictured myself waking up at Manning Park in Canada. It wouldn’t be a zero day, it would just be a day, like 1000s more to come where I no longer have to think about water, food, distance, pack weight etc. I’d get on a bus and start going home. I think I felt sad about it. The trail would be over and all those real-life things would start up again. But I’d mostly feel stunned at being there, and try to remember every day I’ve had on the adventure.
Much later in the day, when I’d been powering up towards the ridge to get out of the long green tunnel, I paused, took a sip of water, and carried on. It occurred to me how this is just what I do now. I walk, all day every day. I take it for granted. If I’m awake and not eating I’m probably on the move. We all are. Some like to relax more. I might not ever see Speedstick again because of it. It’s not like a job, it’s just part of me. It’s an automatic reaction to daylight and this morning when I saw the clear sky all I wanted to do was hike.
A-Train and I started together and soon found Samurai Joe then Robo Cop (an actual ex-cop, not to be confused with Rocket Cop who is actually part rocket).
Late this afternoon we came across Squatch, the guy who has made three PCT documentaries. He’s heading south meeting more people and getting footage. Funny guy, and another that I’ll never see again.
The final feeling for the afternoon was a little bit of fear. I found A-Train standing still on the trail. Holding his camera he was looking over the bushes to a rocky slope not 100m distant where moments before he had seen a bear. I’d mostly put them out of my mind since central California, but I shouldn’t forget they are out here too.
Lesson for the day: If you’re going to share a room with an old guy. Don’t. They snore loudly and get up to pee a lot. This is especially bad if he snagged the top bunk and insists on falling down each time rather than using the ladder.
Distance today: 26.8 miles. Total distance: 2329.6 miles
September 8th, 2007 at 3:06 pm
Your Mother and I would like to point out that twenty-something years ago, for a period measured in years not days, we suffered disturbed sleep due to your nocturnal noise making and poorly regulated bodily functions. At least your old guy didn’t expect you to get up and change his diaper.
I’m also reasonably confident he didn’t slip silently into your bunk and then surprise you from sleep with a sudden kick in the groin.
With Love
Your Dad
September 8th, 2007 at 5:58 pm
Please note people, he’s talking about twenty-seven years ago, these are not recent events.
September 9th, 2007 at 5:20 pm
Those of us reading your log and admiring the scenery are going to miss the trail too. On the other hand it will be great to see you again and welcome you home.
Alison
September 10th, 2007 at 1:35 pm
I literally laughed out loud when I read your little note about old guys. Although your dad’s comeback was pretty funny too. I see where you get it from
Hope all is well Craig
Love
niv
xxx