Greetings from the NOC!!
Last weekend, I was curled up in my hammock, somewhere in North Carolina, and crying. It’s ok. I know myself and this was bound to happen.
To tell you the truth, I’m scared about life after the trail. I’ve always been the girl with the “5 year plan”… But now? No clue. I only have the next 5 months planned: Walk.
Each day, each step, each white blaze pulls me deeper into the rabbit-hole. I love hiking the AT, but someday, I’ll run out of white blazes to follow.
That day terrifies me.
I wish life could be as simple as following the blazed path in the woods.
Despite the tears, it has been a wonderful hiking week in North Carolina with sunny days eagerly pushing for miles. At night, I hear the music of coyotes and owls.
I’m home. I’m truly happy, here.
Feeling grateful for this mind, this body,
and these feet. These beautiful feet, who, despite daily torture, always look up every morning and ask:
“How many miles shall we go today?”
To my feet, I owe everything.
Next stop? Walking across the Smoky Mountains! See you in 100 miles!
Total blister count: 1