Frazzled

I have to do…. math? I was an outdoor rec major for a reason! Who would think hiking for 5 months would require so much math. I am currently working on getting all of my food prepared ahead of time (note:—-> 5 days till I leave!) so I am a little frazzled at the moment, trying to calculate ingredients for 200 breakfasts, 200 lunches, and 200 dinners. It is a very daunting task, but I am determined to get this done in order to make for a more relaxing hike. By doing this I am avoiding weekly grocery trips in town. I like the idea of going into town as little as possible – really only for the biweekly resupply because I don’t have a lot of money to spend on restaurants and hotels. Plus, I am doing this to be outdoors. I think I will enjoy some rest days in the wilderness. I imagine camping by rivers or lakes for 1-2 days and swimming and getting clean while I rest my tired feet and legs. Most days will be spent waking to the soft light of dawn and hitting the trail, resting when necessary and even napping if I feel like it. I am starting the trail going about 10 miles per day but will work my way up to 20-25 making about 10 hours of hiking. I am determined to go at my own pace though, because this is about having fun – not about pushing myself beyond my limits. This is going to be an enjoyable and beautiful long hike through the mountains, deserts, and valleys. I often feel as though I have missed too many sunrises and sunsets being indoors all the time, now I will have the chance to see them every day for 5 months. This is one thing I am most excited for… I love to watch the sky and the land change colors as the sunlight begins and ends each day.

Everyone keeps asking me if I am excited, and I am very much so. But I have so many thoughts and emotions flooding me that I usually feel overwhelmed by them and can’t seem to filter through them before a new flood of emotions come. I think once I get on the trail my mind will calm and life will finally simplify and quiet down so that I may hear the trees flowing in the wind and the sound of my breathe as I take each step. Life is incredible, and I am so happy to be blessed with a healthy mind and body to take me to the places I want to go and gives me a vessel through which to feel joy. I am almost there… just keep swimming 🙂 I am so close!

This ain’t no joke no mo

Everyday hiking the PCT becomes less of an idea and more of a reality. Last night I said my last goodbyes to all of the people I worked with at Felicita Park and when I got home it really hit me that things are changing and I am in transition to something amazing and new. I was simultaneously sad and happy. I just cannot believe experiencing such positive goodbyes! They BBQ’d on my last day and everyone came (except for NICK – hope you’re reading this! haha). My bosses all had kind words to share about my time at Felicita and they all sent me off with hugs and smiles. It was a happy time and it was one of those moments in life that have been pretty rare for me, when I really feel accepted, appreciated, and like I am noticed for who I am. It feels great to be leaving on such a good note and I look forward to visiting and possibly working there again when I get back home in September sometime.

We all took ownership of the park. I loved it and smiled often at its beauty. I loved taking care of a place so special, so full of history, happy people, and wildlife. I was exactly where I needed to be during the short time I spent working there. I’m going to miss the coyotes and hawks, the menacing flocks of crows, the egrets and herons who caught gophers in the meadows (too bad they didn’t eat squirrels). I’ll miss the squirrels too, though and all the little hummingbirds who are with babies in their nests now, the cute duck pairs, and the crawdads in the creek. I’ll miss the oak trees and the woodpeckers, and the sweet little wrens who visited me at lunch on my “secret” rock. Most of all, I will miss the people I worked with. Each one of them contributed to who I am becoming, and I am so lucky to have known such good people with big hearts (even if they didn’t wear it on their sleeve, they can’t hide it from me). I love people. People make me happy and kindness and compassion spreads like wildfire. Here is to reality setting in! In 1.5 weeks I’ll be beginning my adventure on the PCT and during this wait I will be planning all my food resupplies and getting a few more things to carry in my pack. This ain’t no joke no mo!

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A Pacific Crest Trail kind of Graduation

It’s a very strange feeling that in just a few months I will be embarking on the adventure of my life. I have been in college for what seems like forever, I think it will be about 7 years when I graduate, not to mention a lifetime in school since I learned to speak! I don’t regret it, but school definitely has not always been the best part of my life – in fact much of it was the opposite. I was always the tiny sweet girl who was targeted by aggressive, self-conscious kids who had negative upbringings. Even as a little girl, there were other little girls who would tear me apart emotionally. This evolved on through middle school, and especially high school. Years and years of harassment made me even quieter to the distant eyes – but to my small, close circle of friends I was always colorful, loud, and joyful. That joy is what gave me strength, if I had not had that, I may be a beaten down person today. Though I am still sensitive and my confidence could use some work I do believe that those years in school made me a very strong and outspoken person. I also learned that everything anyone ever said/did to me was a reflection of their inner self which helped me define who I did and did not want to be.

I continued school despite the hardships, college was much easier. Everyone sort of did their own thing and kept to themselves, which I like to do so it has worked for me. I do not consider myself an “academic” person, but I am about to graduate college with a B.S. in Outdoor Recreation which is something I fell in love with years ago. I decided I wanted to be a “professional hiker”, whatever that is! Through my life I have battled the norm and my passions and love in life has been my real driver – not what the world says I should be doing. I know that life is not easy no matter what you do, but doing something you love is what makes life worth everything. I know that my life is going to me amazing after college. Finally, I can see the light and my freedom is coming. I am about to walk off into the wilderness.

The day after I graduate, I will be walking from Mexico to Canada on the Pacific Crest Trail – a ~2,655 mile hike. It sounds crazy, I know – but to me it sounds like I am finally going home. I am going to where I have wanted to be for so long. All those days in class, all those days at work – this is all I have ever wanted – AND I AM FINALLY DOING IT. It’s February, and I’ve just begun my planning process. I am spending my days dreaming about what it will be like. I have been hiking more to get back into shape and to get ready for some real training hikes coming up in April after I leave my job. Each time I find myself on a trail now I pretend like I’ve been hiking for days and that I am looking through the eyes of a thru hiker (on a 2 hour hike haha). I have been staying up late with my headlamp in bed reading Yogi’s PCT Handbook and learning as much as I can, or simply storing information in my brain for later. I am excited, and a little afraid. Can I do this? Yes, I can. But will I know that when I am alone and confronted with something very difficult on the trail? I want to make sure I keep my right mind and stay on the trail – the last thing I want to do is leave my job only to come home a month later. I AM going to do this, and I AM going to walk from Mexico to Canada on the Pacific Crest Trail!! Slowly but surely I am getting things together, I have asked my boyfriend to be my resupply support person because I think it will be a good way to stay connected and to have the experience of relying on him as my partner in life, even when we are apart. I have also asked my friend Julia to transcribe my journals for me as I mail them to her since I will not be using any kind of tablet for journaling. I really like the feeling of pen and paper and don’t think I will be as connected with my journals if I were typing them.

I have bought some gear but most of it I have already, so I am really only filling gaps and will probably have to replace some gear along the way. Money is somewhat of an issue – I expect to have about $3000 for the whole trip but I really need to start budgeting the purchases I am making so I know exactly how much I will have while on the trail. Unfortunately, all this PCT stuff is contributing to my huge lack of care for my 2 classes this semester. I really do not want to deal with them, and have the mindset of a graduate already – except I DO have homework, every dang week. I am so excited to graduate and celebrate my lifetime of education with the hike of my life, doing what I love and have waited for for so long.

I have also been using the PCT-L email list to ask lots of questions like how to thru-hike away from your lover and remain connected, how much underwear to bring, and other relevant inquiries. I am communicating personally with other thru-hikers and hope to be well enough prepared to hike my own hike once I hit that beautiful trail.

I wonder what my trail name will be….. 😀

Rattlesnake Bite & Wilderness Rescue

So here’s a quick story… my friend Julie and I were hiking to a peak we’d both seen off the highway and wanted to hike. To us, it had no name and possibly no man had ever peaked it. We found the “trailhead” which lead to a single track trail which eventually led us away from the mountain we sought to climb – it was then we decided to venture into the bush where we spent 2 hours crawling and walking through what was at times – head high chaparral. Image

We kept the spirits high and would rest when we reached boulders that took us out of the bushy bush. We were very pleased when we finally reached the rocky peak. We spent some time up there discussing our route down the mountain while having lunch. Image

When we headed down, the vegetation was a lot denser than we both expected. In the beginning of our descent I spotted a baby rattlesnake sunning in a coiled position on a rock, we carefully made our way around the little guy. We hiked through the rocks as long as we could until we reached a point where there was no way to get down but through the bush, where we moaned and yelled to release the tension and to make each other laugh. At one point, it was no longer funny when I felt the two sharp fangs of a snake enter my ankle. I screamed to Julie and ran from that location. I turned back around to look and see if I could identify the snake that bit me to be sure if it was a rattler or not, though deep down I knew it was, the snake was gone. There was a short time of panic between both of us when I addressed it immediately saying that we just had to get back and we couldn’t panic in a situation like this. So we started hiking, Julie taking the lead so that I could follow without too much more work than necessary. I was in a lot of pain, trying to keep the weight off of my swelling foot and ankle. After a little while Julie screamed and I looked ahead of her to find a racer snake eating a rattlesnake (pretty cool) and only a few minutes after that saw a very long racer snake in the trees we had to go through, so I poked at it with my stick – it darted away like lightening! I started thinking about Brian and my family. I wondered if this would kill me or leave me without a leg in the end. I had no idea, but I prayed that the snake was just a garter or something harmless, though I knew it wasn’t due to how much pain I was experiencing….. We walked like this for about 45 minutes until we came to a point where we expected to find the trail and did not, we walked to a vantage point where we could reset our navigation plans and it was that point I sat down and called 911 because I couldn’t go any further. I got to use my whistle for the first time, while Julie climbed higher and yelled at a place where she would be visible to the people coming to find us on foot. I stayed on the phone with the dispatcher for about an hour until I heard the voice of the fireman who had heard my whistle and used the GPS coordinates that I provided the dispatcher over the phone to find us. They checked me out to see if I was okay and soon the helicopter came and lowered another man down, who also checked my vitals and marked where my swelling was when he found me. He put a big harness on me and hooked me to him saying he was going to give me a big bear hug and it was going to be a fun ride. I watched my friend Julie as I was lifted into the sky, at this point I was very thrilled to be rescued via helicopter. I got inside where a woman grabbed me around the waist and held onto me until we landed at Pine Valley park where there was a bunch of kids watching as they transferred me into another helicopter. The 2nd helicopter flew me to Grossmont Hospital where I was given antivenin and lots of pain meds. The hospital experience was interesting but pretty damn crappy so I’ll leave that outta the story. I was interviewed there by 10News and on the 11 o’clock news that evening. Pretty cool!ImageImage

Here are some progress photo’s from hospital to couch to yoga mat, with a cool scar 🙂