I’m curled up under a blanket on the sofa of my shared hotel room. My roomie is snoring softly in bed and wet gear is littered all over.
I am showered and fresh. This is strange to feel so clean again.
I don’t like it.
Oh, What? You wanted to hear details about my hike?? Ok fine. Some thoughts about the last 78 miles of my AT adventure:
Georgia has shown me everything.
Sunshine and rain.
Beauty and pain.
Yes. It is hard. You’re climbing up and down mountains all day. Wanna know where you are hiking next? Find the tallest mountain on the horizon. You’re going to be panting and cursing pretty soon. (But, you’ll secretly love it!)
Today, I shook ice off my tarp, hiked 11 miles in the windy sleet, fell in the mud, and somehow managed to start my period. Just my body’s way of staging a revolt. “Oh?? You’re going to make me carry a pack over mountains? Fine. I’ll start bleeding.”
There are moments that completely suck. They are the moments you start singing “The Climb” by Miley Cyrus at the top of your lungs. The moments you try to appreciate the sound of ice bouncing off your rain jacket or the squish squish of mud under your boots.
I am trying… so hard… to find beauty in the misery.
There is beauty in everything.
From spotting the first flower of spring, to hiking alone on a sunny day, to rushing off a mountain in a fury of ice.
I feel alive.
I have hiked 78 miles so far and have pushed into 15 mile days. Physically, I feel great, but tomorrow, I am taking a “zero” at the Blueberry Patch Hostel.
They have goats to pet. I think I deserve it. And maybe round 2 of dinner buffet.