|Really? This is October?|
I stood dolefully below the pass, knowing that the prudent course of action was to turn around. It might shock you to know that I actually did.
This fall winter has also come early to the North Cascades. Three PCT thru-hikers in two separate incidents had to be pulled out of the wilderness by Coast Guard helicopter. Another finally hiked out to safety on her own after holing up in her tent for seven days. Even as this was all happening other hikers headed out into the snow, determined to make it to Canada.
It's a hard thing to shake, this destination fixation. It's hard to let go of an idea or a dream. I know this much: wilderness has a bite.
I stomped back down the trail to discover two hikers with a baby. They were wearing tennis shoes. They had turned around because they didn't have sunglasses for the baby (is that a thing? I'm pretty sure I survived without them as a baby). Our reasons are all different for not reaching our destination. Some of us are much more graceful about it than others.
On the other hand, a little destination fixation can be a good thing. It's the spur to keep you moving when you get tired, or lazy. The trick lies in knowing that balance.
Still, Bonny Lakes, frozen with a light skim of ice, was good enough for today. I'm chipping away at my destination fixation a little bit at a time.
|7,800 feet. Frozen Lake.|