Yes, we are on the road, for a reunion of sorts. Just like on the AT, I’m counting the states we are going through. Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana… There is excitement as well as fear. Maybe they always go hand in hand. This hike with touch 3 states by foot. A few more by vehicle.
I have tried hard not to think about the weather, but the month leading up to this hike has had nothing but weather in the news. We got snow a few days back, and not just a dusting. So, I think to myself, “We are going south, it’s got to get better.” Well if the drive is any indication, we are in for it.
This a.m. I decided to check the weather around Elk Park, NC. Tom has been telling me for a week we are going to be in rain. I’m thinking to myself, “Don’t rain on my parade.” It seems my mother’s voice always comes through with these little quips. Best to keep them to myself! (Also on of mom’s). Anyway, the rain is to start Thursday and continue on through to Monday.
It’s a wet year for the trail as we hikers like to say. 2015 was wet, 2016 was dry. So dry that I really don’t remember many bugs.
So, I sat on the edge of our hotel bed and thought about creature comforts.
Oh, that warm hot shower, dry feet, a comfortable bed. Then I think about cooking in the rain with drops of rain running off my rain hood into my meal and it makes me smile and almost laugh out loud. Something is definitely wrong with me you all might be thinking. But, during those moments for me, that’s all I have to think about. I don’t have to think about what’s in the news, or worry about my parents in the nursing home, my children and their families. I carry them all with me but the worries which do us no good just seem to slip away. I am just in that moment, letting the rain wash away the worries of the past three years and maybe, maybe a few beyond those.