I went walking in the wilderness to find my love
Clumsily I stumbled out of the great unknown
Now I'm running home to you through the icy dawn
Painted in that golden hew of the rising sun
Fell in love with the underground and a gypsy queen
I layed down in a shallow grave that she dug for me
Now I'm running home to you in the rising sun
Till my feet go black and blue, I will run
Now I'm cutting up the tracks through the ghetto of the east end
and I'm barefoot through the glass my love
I'm running home to you
I went walking in the wilderness
I went walking.
Wishes don't have to be reserved for your birthday. Dream big...
You might get burned along the way.
But a little faith in the higher power of nature & the universe will carry you onward and upward.
Walking with black bears.
Befriending seal pups.
Camp dinner with does and their fawns.
I love these spillway streams where fresh water meets salt water.
Moonrise kingdom over the lone wolf den.
Woke up enshrouded in fog.
Poppy constellations amongst the arid summer grasslands.
Tropical northern California.
Thank you to the rancher who put this fresh water faucet in the middle of nowhere on the trail.
Prime real estate... Ocean to the front left. Stream to back right.
No tent fly. No problem. Clear, sunny skies for days on end.
This rock was looming in the distance for what seemed like an eternity.
Then suddenly, I was there. Goooaallll!
Looking back at where I started, I got nervous about how far away point A looked off in the distance, but thrilled by the freedom of my disappearing act.
Into the mystic.
For a route that has no elevation gain or loss, it was one of the trickiest I've been on in a while. Rock hopping and trudging through sand with a fully loaded pack immensely tested my mental and physical strength. I didn't accomplish as many miles as I had mapped, nor summit the peak I had been looking forward to climbing for the last few months. I did however learn how to chill, listen to my body ( I had been sick and was still quite weak), and let go of ego. Being sick turned out to be a great opportunity to let go of my expectations and to just reflect on shit that had been burning inside me that I didn't even realize was bringing me down. It's so easy to procrastinate taking care of ourselves in these busy lives we lead. Maybe I did realize that I was dwelling on that crap, but too afraid to acknowledge it. I told myself, "It's ok to be vulnerable. You have nothing to prove."
One thing I love the most about an endurance activity like backpacking is that I fall into a meditative state. When I first set out, there's all these erratic thoughts about current happenings in my life. Some of them are about things I dream about and desire, some of them are positive and joyful, while some of them worry me, a lot.
So I enjoy kicking my own ass to the point that those little things drift away. There's no way I can keep fretting about what party I'm missing or if some guy is going to call me or if that girl is judging me when all I can concentrate on is getting through the exhaustion of body and brain. Instead my mind focuses on putting one foot in front of the other and how much I love my family and want to spend more time with the people and places that I really love and that really love me. I'm telling you, shit gets real in the wild.
When not trekking down the trail lost in thought or befriending critters, I read a good book, slept a ton in my cozy den, and lived the simple, pure life that backpacking is all about. In the end, it was one of the greatest experiences of my life. I'll be back...