So I hiked most of the PCT…at least most of it that made sense. Like, 2400 or whatever miles is good enough for me/fuck you Oregon fires/all the other nonsense that was thruhiking in the West this year/guess I’m still addicted to the outdoors tho. I don’t know what to think anymore but I’ve been reflecting. Found an apartment right away in Philly, which I’m airbnbing. Thrust from 5 years of homelessness, to providing a deluxe home to others. This is a genius move inspired by the folks @ travelisfree. Seeing people who I haven’t in a while. Back in the thick of the music scene/cool peeps. How am I 36 without a boyfriend EVER or husband or whatevs- is it too late. WTF is wrong with me/otherpeople/who even is responsible for this.
All I know is I want to keep wandering, and playing music, and doing alt medicine sometimes. Where can a man fit into this and where can I find that man who fits into this with me. Increasingly feeling like I’ve missed a boat I didn’t know about. As the Dude never said, “Fuck it, let’s go hiking”.
Lil’ section on the AZT. 100 miles, no big. But people are either too confused to know what I did in 4 days, or totally overwhelmed by the scope of it. For me tho, it’s nice to walk- nice to be amongst the sand, flat grazelands, sometimes some pinyon-juniper funtime. Maybe even a sage or two. Moon and startime at night. I meet up with my friends and their family at the Grand Canyon. Despite family issues and some controlling people- I feel so lucky to be amongst them. I chill out in the GC, everyone abandoned the idea of R2R2R (I would’ve done it, but really just wanted to roll with whatever people were into, which apparently wasn’t that). So thankful for friends like Erin and Jay.
I don’t know what the future holds, but hiking will be part of it. It’s balancing my squarepants self with my bohemian self. The bourgeois meets the dirtbag.