Well, I’m sad to say that I’m off the trail. It wasn’t for any reason that I’d have been able to predict either. My body was responding well – I was getting my hiker legs. My gear was great too (except for the MSR Hyperflow water filter). And after my initial blister fiasco, my feet were even playing along. Nope – I had to come back to reality.
Each time I came home (unplanned) I was brought face to face with what I’d set aside. All of my worldly responsibilities reminded me that they were either waiting for me, or being dealt with by another person. And I felt guilty.
During the planning phase I tried to ignore that faint siren of a warning that the real challenge to staying gone was going to be the mental one. I tried to be selfish about taking the time; that seemed like the only way I could arrive at a semblance of permission. And it worked – I successfully left. But two, unplanned return visits to my home brought the house of cards down.
It would seem that the timing of this hike was not appropriate. I simply have too much shit to do. Stuff that you can’t really ignore. I’m not 20 something and aimless, or 65 and retired. Nor am I wealthy enough that I can pay others to handle my “day to day” . . . yet.
So, I’m off the trail. But this is only temporary. I promise. I will try again.
In the meantime, I’m going to plan a series of segment hikes. I’ll be hiking them with the intention of learning the secrets of each segment and passing them along to future hikers/bikers.
See you outside.