The truth is... I am tired. My soul is tired and my body is tired. Yes I need nature, yes I need adventure and yes I need magic. But also yes, I need sleep. After making the last of my reservations to finalize this trip, my goal is to rest and spend the next 7 days packing and re-packing until my backpack reaches a manageable weight.
I've calculated that the 6 week trip to Spain last year cost me an average of $92 per day.
This 2 week trip to the west coast of Canada, my native country, is costing me an average of $384 per day. Ouch.
I wish I could say that I feel physically and mentally prepared for this trip but the truth is, I don't.
I have trained for the distance and my legs are feeling strong. I have not however trained for the climbing that I will no doubt be doing in the weeks to come.
Negligent on my part indeed. I have tested all of my gear for comfort but not for wind and rain. I have done extensive bear safety research and strangely am still more afraid of the mosquitoes.
As for my mindset, I feel distracted and scattered. My hope is that once the mountains are in my sight and my feet hit the trails, my busy mind will find peace. The sounds and smells of the ocean will soothe my soul. I will find comfort and strength in the woods, standing among trees that have stood for hundreds of years. I will let the morning fog embrace me and if the inevitable rains fall, I will let them wash my spirit clean. Although my feet will keep moving, I will find stillness. I may not get the rest my body needs but my soul will draw the energy it needs from the earth to wake up and live.
I've calculated that the 6 week trip to Spain last year cost me an average of $92 per day.
This 2 week trip to the west coast of Canada, my native country, is costing me an average of $384 per day. Ouch.
I wish I could say that I feel physically and mentally prepared for this trip but the truth is, I don't.
I have trained for the distance and my legs are feeling strong. I have not however trained for the climbing that I will no doubt be doing in the weeks to come.
Negligent on my part indeed. I have tested all of my gear for comfort but not for wind and rain. I have done extensive bear safety research and strangely am still more afraid of the mosquitoes.
As for my mindset, I feel distracted and scattered. My hope is that once the mountains are in my sight and my feet hit the trails, my busy mind will find peace. The sounds and smells of the ocean will soothe my soul. I will find comfort and strength in the woods, standing among trees that have stood for hundreds of years. I will let the morning fog embrace me and if the inevitable rains fall, I will let them wash my spirit clean. Although my feet will keep moving, I will find stillness. I may not get the rest my body needs but my soul will draw the energy it needs from the earth to wake up and live.
