Decisions

11 July 2017

So It Goes
Jul 23, 2017 · 2 min read

This was a rough day for me. I couldn't decide what to do. Butters was leaving the trail and Necktie wanted to vortex in Shasta. I'd been missing home terribly. My box had been sent to the wrong city again. A one digit difference in zip code between Mt Shasta, CA and Shasta, CA. Which were very different cities. My resupply was 68 miles away. Perfect.

All of this put me in the worst mood. I'd been oscillating back and forth between being ok with the trail and resenting it. I didn't want to be here. I knew I didn't. But I had a goal. And I'd solo hiked before. Being so sick in the middle of nowhere had scared me. What if I'd been alone? What if the fly fisherman hadn't been there? My mind was being pulled in two different directions.

I made a decision later that afternoon and then my mind calmed down. I would hike out with Lazarus. He was slow enough that I could keep up and Steve would give us a ride the next day. I would top off my resupply in the morning and there was a box waiting for me in Etna. Finally. I really needed new socks.

We camped behind the outfitter. I cowboy camped for the first time this summer. The stars were out.

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