Holy shit, I am sitting in the airport. And holy shit, we are about to start the PCT. And Kyle just got himself a breakfast burrito that is for sure going to give him sting ring.
Beginning something big brings a lot of emotions with it. Tomorrow we will be setting our feet on the PCT for the first time, but it will become our home for the next five or so months. How does one even begin to wrap a brain around such a huge change in lifestyle, structure, function, purpose.
Yesterday, at my brothers graduation party, I had my first butterflies. Up until then my stomach had been strangely calm. But suddenly we were starting a countdown to the moment we had to leave for the Spokane aiport to fly back to Seattle to fly to San Diego and I was nervous. Sitting here in the airport I still am. It is a strange thing to be nervous for something that is going to take the next five months to do. Because which exact moment are the nerves for? Am I nervous for the first couple steps? For the first week? For meeting people or running out of water or the whole thing? It is a strange thing to be nervous for something when you know your nerves will probably abate immediately upon starting. Still, I am nervous.
When we left my godparent’s house this morning we threw our packs into the back of the uber driver’s car only to discover that he was a PCT afficionado. We discussed the PCT at length, and he clearly wasn’t someone who had just read “Wild”, he knew things about the trail, he had hiked parts of the trail, he had good questions about the trail. We wished him farewell. And then we were greeted by a very friendly TSA agent who was from the East Coast and knew everything about the AT. He followed us through security to continue asking questions about the PCT. I guess heading to the airport with giant packs on and wearing tiny shorts draws a little attention.
So now we are sitting in the airport and giving eachother looks. Cause holy shit, we are starting the PCT tomorrow.