Friday morning around 7, I walked the road into Patagonia and did the usual town routine. Ate, picked up resupply box at the post office, did laundry, ate some more. I checked the weather forecast and saw some rain and a possible thunderstorm coming up, so I decided to just stay the night. Stay in a warm bed and take a shower? Yes, please.
I slept in until 6:45 this morning (the luxury!), then decided to pack up and start walking before breakfast. I needed some water, and that was located a couple miles ahead. The first thing that greeted me was a small, black drone hanging out about 100 feet from camp.
Getting out of a warm sleeping bag before sunrise on a 20-something degree morning is the worst. Ok, maybe not THE worst, but it sure felt that way this morning. I was really motivated to get off of Miller Peak and down to some warmer temps, so I got some breakfast down fast, packed up and hit the trail early.
I arrived in Arizona a couple days ago, and have been staying with Tim’s parents, who moved down here a couple years ago and have graciously offered to host me and drive me to the trailhead this morning. As an aside, I’ve decided that I could totally buy a golf cart and move to a retirement community in Arizona. That could definitely be my jam.
At any rate, this morning Tim’s parents drove me to the Montezuma Pass trailhead. It was a 6 hour round trip for them, and Gayle baked me some cookies to take with me. I am very appreciative of their support. Thank you Tim and Gayle!
The last time I posted on this blog, I was wrapping up a thru-hike of the Pacific Crest Trail, and trying to figure out what I was going to do with the rest of my life. I named this blog ‘Walking From The Law’, so I figured, at the very least, I was going to leave the practice of law behind and head off for greener professional pastures. Alas…
I have always been terrible at thank-you’s. If you’ve ever sent me a gift or a kind message and I didn’t respond or send you a thank-you card, well, I apologize. I appreciate every single one even if I am too scatter-brained to acknowledge your thoughtfulness. And I promise to make my southern mama proud of my efforts in the future.
The traffic sounds that I heard this morning were a fitting reminder that reentry to civilization was imminent. I took a little extra time to eat my last breakfast (probably my 200th packet of oatmeal) before throwing my home onto my back and stepping onto the trail. Continue reading “Day 169: The Trail Ends Here”
“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.” ~ Ernest Hemingway
I had a wistfully emotional day. The gray, cloudy sky matched my mood – it too seemed wistful, but not sad, about the end of this trek. I like to imagine that the dusky hills and valleys of the Granite Chief wilderness felt the same. An aching, ‘I have to say goodbye for now, but maybe I will see you again’ kind of way. Continue reading “Day 168: Toward The End”
It’s my second to last full day on trail. This adventure will be over soon and I’m not sure yet how I feel about that. All day I vacillated between impatience to get back to the creature comforts of home and family, and my desire to stay out in the elements I’ve become accustomed to – dirt, mountains, sun, wind, valleys, trees, stars. Will I be able to slide easily back into a society obsessed with material things? Will I feel like a weathered square peg trying to shove itself into a plastic round hole? I don’t know. Continue reading “Day 167: Almost Done”