Day 133, 32 miles
The storm clouds hadn’t blown over when we woke this morning. It was windy and so cold. I was toasty warm in my sleeping bag and tent. I’m so glad I have my heavier bag now. My head has told my body that I’m almost there. I just want to stay in my cozy bag and tent all day. Lux was up really early. Before he hit the trail he peeked in my tent to tell me that I was “Badass.” That was the best compliment ever.
In spite of the cold wind and drizzling rain it was another glorious day. Washington has been amazing. I am enjoying every day. Such beautiful scenery.
Every day I still have waves of disbelief that I am here. I’m so happy that I’ve made it. It seems surreal. I am in love with this trail and feeling heartbroken knowing that this once in a lifetime, incredible, experience is coming to an end. My other life is waiting for me and I’m so excited to see my family and friends. I’m a lucky woman.
At the end of every day, I try and take my shoes off as soon as possible. If there is a lake I wade in and wash my feet and hands. Where there are creeks I go downstream to wash, away from where we collect drinking water. I’m in awe that my feet have carried me all this way. I examine them. Bulging cartilage, muscles, prominent veins, callused toes and foot beds. I touch my feet and thank them out loud. Sounds strange….maybe? But I talk to the forest creatures, the trees, the stars and the moon. And that’s perfectly normal ……right?
Nemo has arrived in the dark and is camped with Running-Back and me. Tonight is my last night on the PCT.
Tomorrow is my last day on the PCT. I will be at the monument in the afternoon. I will camp near Manning Park with my Vancouver hiking friends on the Canadian side of the border.
Goodnight Moon and Stars.