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City: Laguna Niguel
Begins: Apr 23, 2010
Date: Sun, Sep 19th, 2010
Trip Distance: 151.0
Entry Visits: 867
Journal Visits: 37,560
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I'm Back...sort of
I changed my mind. I’m a through-hiker. And its still 2010. There is time.
Well, really, no…there is no time.
Nope, I don’t have a snowball’s chance of catching up with troopers like Swope, Mr. Mountaingoat, or the guy named Matt who works half of each year managing grape harvests for wineries, or Balls who passed by me so fast that I was pulled up long Canyon by his wake, or some others who have already crossed the border.
When (not if) I don’t make it to Canada this year, THEN, I’ll be forced to concede to being a section hiker. But not yet.
There are three months left before the year turns, and I become a sectioner by default. Between now and then, I have some time to put in some miles before I say hello to 2011.
It’s been hard being off the trail. Well, maybe not as hard as being ON the trail. The once sharp memory of daily pain, soreness, and weariness has softened, and I daydream about boots on the ground again while sitting at my desk. It’s the closest I’ll ever get to understanding how a woman can forget the pain of childbirth and look forward to her next baby. I watch my computer mouse float like the spirit guided planchette over an Ouija (weegie) board over to Postholer.com. Click, Click, Click several times a day. Obsession repeats: It’s déjà vu all over again.
The journals never fail to amaze. In the beginning (April is the cruelest month) I was wrongly certain that I could predict which of my 2010 trail mates would not make it as far as they have, but there they are, many of them in Oregon and a few in Washington, and fewer still have crossed into Canada already. On the other hand, I was just as positive that I would be in Canada in about three weeks. For those who are still plodding away, good for you. I’m not only in awe, I’m insanely jealous (albeit from the comfort of my chair and sans blisters), as I read each post.
So with that bit of elocutionary bravado sprinkled with hyperbole: respectful kudos to those now in Oregon, Washington, & Canada. I’m belatedly off to Red’s Meadows on the 25th for a few more bites of the trail and heading north. I’ll be snapping pics in the slanted and prettier light of fall. After that it will be back to where I left off at San Jacinto, and pushing north as far as I can go, work, health, relationships, and weather permitting. Steady and slow go far in a day.
It’s nice to be back, even if I’m just a little bit behind. I’m catching up.
Thanks for Reading,
150 Days & Nights On The Pacific Crest Trail
"...is the picture a tenth of the thing? A hundredth? Is it anything without the smell and salt breeze and the yellow warmth when the fog lifts? Oh, but I got all that too. It is exposed forever on the sensitive emulsion sheet of my mind." Terry and Renny Russell, On the Loose 1967
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