The snow swirled above and beyond the windshield of Oliver, our Volvo. With my eyes straining to follow the tracks and stay between the right snowdrifts, I drove home from a long night at work. The interior of my head has seemed like a cosmic blizzard blowing around. The plans of hiking the Pacific Crest Trail mix and mess with financial wrangling, our family moving, my sister getting married, and a gazillion seemingly pressing small concerns until just like my driving experience, the road is lost to view.
I am hungry for that day in late April when we slap our feet on that US-Mexican border and start walking north. The raw honesty of the outdoors has always seemed free from the trappings of the thousand false fronts we've made our world out of. Deserts, mountains, privation, exaltation, grizzlies, weariness, satisfaction, deep snow covered passes, days and moons and seasons; for all these things my heart jumps up in me and says 'Winter has been long enough! Give me my shoes and let me walk north with the seasons.'
April 16th Jacob (my 17 year old brother) and I will fly to San Diego and hopefully see the Pacific Ocean before beginning an epic northbound hike along the Pacific Crest Trail. I will hike until early July, when I return to Michigan for the glad preparations of my sister Touk's wedding. Jacob (or 'Jarrow') will continue on alone to complete the 2,800 mile trail.
"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view." ~Edward Abbey
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Hi Gypsy,
It was great to meet you on Saturday at the kick-off and visit with you as you were prepping the rest of your food supplies. I hope you and your brother enjoy the terrain out here in the West.
Happy Trails!
//jon (Patch's buddy's friend)
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