The day started innocently enough like most of the days on the trail. A gentle mist surrounded me as I made the typical fare, packed and effortlessly left the site by 615. The mist moved into rain that fell harmlessly when the wind shook the leaves. I transversed PUDS (pointless ups and downs) along a rapid shallow stream. At times like this I generally ruminate about pointless past conversations that never needed to be fixed.
Today however I fixated on what I care about. I care about the weather. Right now. Not the weather 5 days or five minutes or five counties away. I care about dry feet and when they are wet, its one less thing to care about. I dont care about spelling much, and grammar just a little more. I care about being heard and when my point is missed, I care a lot. I care about food. It tastes even better when you can’t reach into your fridge or drive around the corner to the Super. I care about my family, I care about the hiker walking towards me. I care about today. I care that I have 101 miles to go but I hope that when I get my first good view of Mt Katahdin, I will stop caring about the miles, the time, or the effort. I hope to care only about the moment.
I forded a stream holding onto a rope and hiked 17 miles before 2pm to Monson. There I can get geared up for the 100 mile wilderness. More importantly, I care about you.