Standing on top of the mountain, an argument erupted — my mind told me to go back to the known, secure and familiar place — my soul told me to move on, explore what’s ahead and adventure. Not having found what I’ve been looking for, I decided to move on.
This was an inner conflict, an angle and devil on shoulder conversation if you will, going on in my head for the better part of Washington state. The PCT provides me with challenges and opportunity to grow in almost every aspect of life.
Bluntly said, I hate it but love it at the same time. And currently I hate it so much.
Two days ago I left Cascade Locks to road trip all the way down to Mojave in California. The friends I was allowed to travel with were great but once again I had to leave people behind that mean so much to me.
In my perfect world I would just be surrounded by all of them every day. But I guess that would get old rather quickly too, right? It’s the hard lesson I’ll have to learn sooner than later, even if my friends mean the world to me, I still have to go on and live my life.
So I’ll be hiking on from the Sierra to Oregon in the hopes to see them again at Cascade Locks.
Clay just put on some Nickelback and I just have to quote this now:
Nothing’s wrong just as long as you know that someday I will
Someday, somehow; I’m gonna make it alright but not right now; I know you’re wondering when; You’re the only one who knows that
Hopefully someday I will have figured out myself to the point where I’m not feeling like shit whenever paths split. But for now it’s nice to just keep on dwelling in the last two weeks, remembering all the good times I was allowed to have.
Enough bitching; a lot has happened since the last time I posted. And while I would like to write about every aspect of it, this would take me probably weeks. So let me just sum up with some amazing pictures.
One thing stays with me, it’s not the hiking, it’s the people. When I’m leaving what I miss the most is the time spent with friends.