Something big happened to me today.
I really got hit in the gut, real hard, with the realization that I am actually on track to start walking the Pacific Crest Trail sometime around the third week of April in 2010. It is a long walk from Mexico to Canada.
It is the “realest” perception that I have received in a long time. My chest aches for the long connection with living outside and engaging in the sheer act of walking for months on end.
Two days ago, I tried to find some Trailjournals of folks that have been out in the big West on the PCT. I thought that Yogi’s Trailjournals of her PCT hikes would be a good place to start, but her’s are no longer on Trailjournals.
I just went to the Pacific Crest National Scenic Trail Website . It was a thrilling link to explore.
I do not take lightly the idea of just what a National Scenic Trail means. There are only 8 of them, and the PCT is the longest.
It is going to be “real tough”.
What a country we live in.
Any shmuck , including me, can just start at the Mexican border and live out our own incredible adventure walking though history via deserts, as we passing glaciers and even get a chance to ascend a 14,000 foot peak on our quest to reach the Canadian border.