I’m sitting here watching my last sunset of the desert.
I know that I still have to come back for San Jacinto and I can’t wait for that trip next year but those miles don’t take away from me being finished the desert this year and coming back after everything I went through attempting to PCT last year
I spread some of my grandma and grandpa’s ashes tonight and had a good cry.
Watching the trees in the sunlight, the sun hitting them in the most beautiful way.
It’s cold, but it’s worth walking the .4 mile to watch the sun go down.
Hearing the birds sing and chatter to each other.
Feeling the wind on my face, making my sunburn feel less hot.
Watching the colours of the mountains
Feeling the salt of my tears hit my lips
Feeling so proud of myself for my resilience in my determination
Feeling ready for whats to come
These last desert miles went by too quick
There are moments when I just wanted it to be over and now that it is, I just want to redo the whole thing
The beginnings of chaffing, shitting my pants, getting caught in thunder/lightning/hail/rain storms, having my first zero on trail that was not what I expected and honestly it was not fun. In the moment I look back at that, and I wish that I was right back there again scooping water out of my tent with my trowel.
I still can’t put everything into words. I want to say everything and nothing at once. I love the PCT. Every single moment, even the ones that sucked.