Well this time last year I was on the trail for two weeks. TWO WEEKS! what was I thinking? When I jump into these projects I guess I have a huge element of denial. How else can I explain thinking I could walk from Georgia to Main thinking I’d be better for it and in the process I’d actually enjoy it? Yet that’s what I did. That’s what we did.
After getting off the trail my feet peeled like birch bark in spring. I hardly recognized them. It took months to get clean. It only took weeks to get fat. I miss food a lot, I mean I miss taste. Everything tasted so good. The other day I bought a can of Peace green tea. I loved it on the trail. Back home, not so much. I had a tuna fish sandwich, the first one in almost a year. It might be another year till my next one.
There are some things that still taste good, still bring back a good memory. Like eating a “fun size” candy bar reminds me how I had to restrain from jumping a trail worker for the rest of his candy bag. Root beer floats still make me smile even though my craving for coke has subsided.
I miss most? Being on top of a mountain and feeling so close to God I thought I would touch him if I dared. A close second is the friendliness of the trail. I miss the smiles, I miss smiling. But now I slip into a soft bed and warm up the sheets. Lori is next to me, Belle on floor. I wouldn’t trade that.
I also miss writing and communicating. Guess that’s why I’m doing this. I feel like I have so much inside of me, I’m getting really anxious the more I hold it in and the more the sun turns warm. I guess I just need to put myself out there in print if I cant be out there in nature.