The wind was ripping last night through the valley. One of the windiest places in the United States. The car port was sheltered from direct wind. But could feel it and hear it blowing by. I fell asleep around midnight.
I woke up at 7:15 today. Last night was the perfect chilly for another great night of sleep. Around 40 degrees. 20 hikers were spread out at campground. No roads or water, but they had picnic tables!
I woke up on the Airbnb couch to the smell of pancakes. High life and Speaker were running the skillet and I was thankful for the chocolate chip pancakes and potatoes!
A town filled with trees. Jacinto’s shadow looming. Shared meal to refuel.
I woke up every few hours last night. The wind was ripping through the mountain. But sleeping on top of the mountain at 8,300 feet hot different. You can’t just get to this spot quickly. We’re out there. Part of me was annoyed by the wind when I laid in my tent. But a bigger part was in awe of the place I laid.
Another night cowboy camping. Another gentle wake up from the sun. My sleeping bag was cozy. It was cool outside but not cold. Probably around 40 degrees. I laid on my back looking up at the sky.
At mile 60 Bugs, who had hiked 3,000+ miles, asked me if I was thruhiking. I gave my casual “Na, I’m just section hiking Shenandoah”. She said it’s not just a section hike. It is a section hike. You’re out here. Doing it.
I woke up at 6:00 on the concrete slab. Breakfast was on my mind. I wanted to get to Paradise valley cafe before the menu changed to lunch.
The sun woke me up for the first time of my backpacking life. It was 6:30 and I felt great. I crashed hard after the 32 mile day. I was surprised my body felt so fresh in the morning. Only my toes were sore when I curled them.L. So I can’t complain.
I woke up at the RV park surrounded by friends. I felt fortunate to be out there and have no injuries after the car wreck. There are no absolutes or guarantees in life. Anything can change in an instant. And I’m here for the journey. Whoever it takes me.