Well, here I sit, 9 days away from starting my hike and I can practically feel the energy vibrating, coursing through my veins. I’ve been folding maps for the past hour, stealing glimpses of iconic places I hope to visit on the ground as I follow that 2660 mile long corridor of possibilities North.
I am in Gilroy, California, garlic capital of the world, visiting my Aunt and Uncle, cousins, etc. The last time I was here was a previous decade and things were very different in my life. If you asked me then, I could NEVER have predicted my current situation or the events that led to this pivotal junction in my life. What was it that Robert Frost said?..
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Part of me always knew this was the path I was meant to be on, I just needed life to drop-kick me in the face to get on track. It hurt and there is still no certainty. But is there ever certainty? I ask myself this time and time again, hoping for clarity in a world that is obscured by layers of purple haze.
A trip to REI for some final provisions will hopefully leave me feeling properly outfitted. I can’t wait for this wild ride to get started.