I’m writing this quickly over my omelette in a lodge somewhere in the middle of nowhere, Maine. In half an hour we’ll be back on the trail. In three days we’ll enter the 100 Mile Wilderness. In ten we expect to summit Katahdin.
It’s going to take me a lot longer than I have right now to come up with nice words for all the things we’re thinking and feeling. So this rough draft will have to do.
We are both exhausted and worn down by our last long push through easily the hardest hiking on the trail (for me, anyway). Plenty of hikers are still referencing the bittersweetness of the end and some are dragging it out a bit to prolong reentry into real life. But we are ready to finish this trip–it’s taken much longer than we expected. We’re ready to bring our robustly developed appreciation for the life indoors back home, wherever that ends up being.
And so, here we go again, one last time into the wild. I’m focused on noticing and appreciating the things I will miss about this life–spending all day with Eric, fresh air flowing through the tent at night, waking naturally with sunrise. (You’ll notice the things I enjoy most take place in between stretches of hiking. I’m really tired of hiking). It’s easier to pass time thinking about where we’ll live, what we’ll do. Daydreaming about my fat fluffy cat and walking barefoot on carpet. Oh man.
We can’t wait.
Perhaps next time you hear from me, we’ll be AT thru-hikers.