Sittin in the hotel a little outside San Diego as I write this entry……waiting for tomorrow…..excited and jittery and nervous, and….relieved. That it starts. After all the months of planning, the last couple of years of talking, it starts. Tomorrow. We took I-5 South from San Francisco on Friday, Jacob and I sat in the back seat, and were able to settle into the transition in our life-process it, and let it sink in. Reminded me, acutely, of other transitions-leaving for college for the first time, joining the Peace Corps, coming back to the US, and now, here, moving out for a walk in the wilderness with my best friend. It feels right, and feels like it fits. As in other transitions, it’s not a desire to abandon a life, or run away from something, but simply wanting to reinvent, to change.
We were listening to a “PCT” CD we made, with Arcade Fire’s words tumbling out, “And since there’s no one else around, we let our hair grow long, and forget all we used to know, then our skin gets thicker, from living out in the snow.” Seems fitting with this year’s snow pack. Everyone’s hoping that means lot’s of water for the people in the state, will fill up the reservoirs. Very selfishly, I’m thankful that those little springs in the south should be full. Then think about the snow pack. Then forget that cause it’s futile to worry at this point.
Spent the weekend at my grandmother’s house in LA. Went to the Huntington Gardens which had a large display of all sorts of flowers, including many that we will encounter. Lot’s of opuntia blooms-it was very pretty. Ate a ton of homemade food, that was so graciously prepared and offered-vegan lasagna, flaky croissants (thought of you, Ron!!!), french bread, portobello mushrooms, asparagus, lot’s and lot’s of strawberries, and chocolate covered pears. Pretty sure I’ll be carrying those memories in my head for the next few weeks, and in my waist:) Happy that we could hang out with relatives,listen, and share stories before we begin.
Less than 24 hours before we start to walk. Don’t know how long it’ll be til the next update, could be a couple of weeks. So will leave friends and family with one last hoorah as Henry Miller’s words echo in my mind, “the aim of life is to live and to live means to be aware-joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.”
Love to friends and family as you follow us on this journey.