PCT: Weeks 2-3

Time is quickly passing. It’s hard to wrap my mind around the fact that already a new month, May, is here. The border, running out of water going into Julian, passing 100 miles, all of those milestones and events seem like they took place months ago. 

The desert has continued to surprise me. I’ve walked through green meadows reminiscent of the rolling southwest Virginia hills. Then a random cactus reminds me that, in fact, I am in Southern California. I’ve seen trees towering above my head with inches thick bark, like wrinkles of wisdom on the face of an old mystic whose knowledge extends beyond anything my mind can comprehend. I am made small in the shadow of these giants, these creatures of old. Then I turn a bend in the trail and suddenly I am walking through a landscape full of cacti blooming with bright purple flowers. 

I’ve been incredibly blessed by the kindness and hospitality of total strangers. From meals, to showers, laundry, and conversations, the people I’ve met along the way so far have truly been a Godsend. Thank you.

Like the miles behind me, where has time gone? And as quickly as these first three weeks have gone by, I turn my focus forward and see that there is still so much more ahead. Five months in fact. There is still so much ahead, and I am excited to experience it.