So I start the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT) tomorrow. It’s a 2650ish mile walk from Mexico to Canada, through the states of California, Oregon, and Washington. It should take about 5 months. It goes through some incredible places and attracts amazing people.
I’m terrified.
Of the enormity of the thing. Of the trials I will face. Of the heavy pack that I have to wear everyday.
But mostly I’m terrified that my body won’t carry me; that physically I won’t be able to complete this journey.
But I’m also dreaming of summiting Mt. Whitney and swimming in all the frigid alpine lakes. Of the town meals and nights under skies filled with more stars than I can fathom. Of the wildflowers and trees and animal friends that I will find along the way. And of crossing the border into Canada in 5ish months.
I’m excited for what this journey will bring, however long it may be, and cautiously optimistic that I will make it to Canada.
So my goal for now is to make it 100 miles and teach myself to whistle.