There are only a few days left before I fly down to Georgia. I’ve been taking care of the last few loose ends which has included a slew of doctors’ appointments. I’ve had my eyes checked, contacts reordered, gums near murdered by a dental hygienist, and now my lips feel like puffy balloons because my dentist was a bit too liberal with her application of Novocaine. Nonetheless, my proverbial ducks are in a row and I am ready to set out.
I’ve got plenty of worries but I’m trying to not let them get to me. I am definitely not in as good of shape as I was by the end of last summer. A 20 mile hike in 10 inches of snow at 13,000 ft would be out of the question right now. And the days of rain and possible snow aren’t exactly enticing. But then it’s the rainy days that make the sunny ones incredible.
Everything needs a point of reference. Coming home to New England in February I realized how easy the winter in Boulder was – it’s not damp, the ocean winds don’t rattle your bones with cold (the winds are sometimes warm), and really I had no right to complain. So when I’ve been cold and wet for weeks at time, maybe even hungry and sore too, I need to remember it’s just to provide a comparison against the days which will no doubt be wonderful. But even more so since I will know what it is to be miserable. Without any up or down it’s basically all Kansas (no offense to people from Kansas, but your state is mathematically flatter than a pancake).
- Hopefully Steve won’t break it after a week of “Let It Be”
- The plans had to be scrapped because of time
- Packing Step 1
- Packing Step 2
- Packing Step 3
- Packed!









