Weighty legs and big shoes

I say, it's about time, we all come back around to old passions and hobbies, this one being writing, I havnt attempted to write in some time now so please forgive me. 

The last time I attempted an update, in hopes to give family friends and supporters some inside news on my life, I ended up deleting the post as soon as it was finished. It was horrible. 

I spend a lot of time by myself and it is good. When you simplify your life to the basic necessities, the other things of this world lose and gain much value all at once. Like electricity, plumbing and housing. Those things remain part of "the real world." And the "real world" is nothing like the world Iv'e become part of. Many mornings I find myself opening my eyes to an early morning sun, the sound of a creek smashing on through the night comes into my conscious mind as my ears turn up the volume into my waking life. I'm usually not tired and eager to greet the new day though on my way to the stream to get some fresh mountain water, I think to myself, "How many miles can I put between me and this spot right here?" Only time ever tells. People ask me what my schedules like. I try not to laugh, not because I don't have one but because there is no need for one. some people pace themselves and try to make 17.5 miles exactly. Not this guy, this is my hike, I start the day when I feel like it and I hike until I'm done. That's right, all based on how I feel. The way I see, its all part of being, worry free, care- free. Not wanting, just being. I know that everything I need is out there or on my back.

In the real world, things are different. Having to hitch your way into the town, always having to apologize in advance for the way you smell and all of a sudden your running on other peoples time. It can get you amped up enough to hurry back on the trail. Sometimes however you don't get that privileged, like when your resupply package gets mailed a week late and you are stranded having to depend on the kindness of others. In "the real world" where things arnt simple and everything, complicated and concrete.

Each time I get to a town, there is a re-occurring question I ask myself that seems to beam out of my sub- conscious. This question always leads to a familiar excite as my heart leaps in wonderlust. That question being "Are you ready to get off the trail?" Never has the answer been yes, even when dealing with an infection on my right foot and a blister that looked like the continent of Africa (and about just as big) on the other, never did I feel ready to leave the Pacific Crest Trail. 

This is an expample of HYOH, which is the golden rule of the PCT and adopted to my rule of life and stands for Hike Your Own Hike. Don't allow yourself to fall victim of someone who rules your life. You rule your life, you live your life, you hike your own hike. Try it if you haven't yet.

Bascially life on the trail is simple and hard. There is a lots of sweat, times when you get so fed up with yourself and the thoughts that go through your head, or that one horrible song that get stuck in your head and you cant get it out. You might find yourself singing Macy Gray at the top of your lungs when you just finished a 31mile day and setting up camp, or you might not, but I guarantee whatever songs that have been stuck in your head, I've had worse.