What am I doing with my life/this is what I’m doing with my life/what is a “life”.
These things I know: people are friendly and gentle on the trail, 20 miles in the desert heat is no big, I’ve done this/I love doing this/this feels like home/like I never left/like I’ve been gone a hundred years/like I’ve gone backwards/forwards/sideways in time/my heart is raw and there are feelings, why is there something instead of nothing and what is life and what is a thru-hike?
Saw a rattlsnake, drank 4 liters of water, reached Lake Morena at 2:45 in the afternoon. Wasn’t tired but I did have butt chafe. Nothing like a little butt chafe to make a person feel alive. I missed it. A life without butt chafe is not a life I want to live.
Hunkered down in my tent, class of 2014 is drinking and being loud, there’s a storm moving in/the sky is threatening rain. My tent zipper is busted and my sleeping pad is only 1/8 inch thick. I brought just the one, oh yeah.
What is possible/what is anything. Nostalgia and anticipation mixed into a not unappetizing soup, a generous handful of sleep deprivation thrown in.