J stared in amazement as I tapped on the keyboard. "How can you even make a flight reservation for MAY?" he asked, horrified. He is from the Wing It school of adventure. He doesn't even start packing until the day he leaves, something that horrifies me. In contrast, I start building a pile of gear at least a week in advance. Then I revisit it, taking stuff out, adding stuff in. Invariably the forecast will change, leading to panic packing the night before. I am guessing this approach isn't much better.
|Getting ready for Washington PCT, circa 2013.|
|I don't think I bring this much stuff anymore. For one, I have ditched the sleeping bag stuff sack and now pack the bag loosely in the bottom of the pack.|
|PCT completion medal. They put your "trail name" on the back. Can't wait to get one of these!|
It's good to have something to do right now. A promising winter has given way to a glum not enough snow/too much ice situation. Adventures have been limited. The treadmill even made an appearance. My neighbor appeared from two weeks in Hawaii and looked depressed, like he wanted to go right back. That didn't sound all that bad, actually.
|Monkey Bars and Flash, finishing Washington!|