It’s 1:26 in the morning; Cooper gets here at 5 a.m. to drive me (generous friend!) to the airport for my flight to LA. My list is black with pencil slashes and I’m almost done with everything I need to do; no sleep for me on this last night before the wilderness. Still I won’t get a chance to deal with some important things- like my student loans, whose repayment will begin to take effect while I’m hiking. But I can’t think about that now, I’m too tired and I can’t see straight and my stomach hurts because I ate fritos for dinner. I’ve been eating a lot of fritos this week to, you know, train for my hike.
You know what? My pack is heavy. I don’t know how this happened. I just stuck a few extra things in there and now it’s heavy. You know what? Things are heavy. Physical objects are heavy. Bodies. Existence. Life. Life is suffering.
Life is definitely suffering.
People have been emailing me asking about care packages; I made a page for that here. And if you want a postcard from the trail you can read about that here. If you pledged for a postcard or a letter via my kickstarter, I’ve just sent out a survey for your mailing info.
And thanks for all your nice comments! I won’t be able to respond to them when I’m hiking due to limited cellphone battery power, but I read them all and they make me really happy!!!