April 25, 2001
I have so many good intentions. Some are even getting done. I laundered my underwear today and cleaned myself up some at the Watauga beach picnic area. I hate bleeding in the woods even more than in the city. I am a machine. Dehydration is not an option. At least cramps aren't as bad from all the exercise. Enough said.
I mended all of my things today--pack cover, undies, hat. Even been getting some reading done. Groundhog and the Shiners are doing 40 miles into Damascus tomorrow. I'll be doing it in two days--a 15 and a marathon. That's big for me, but hardly newsworthy around this testosterone-imbibed bunch.
Laurel Creek was a gorgeous site. It was the second day of amazing hiking weather. Spring is finally here. Yippee. Still uncertain about how many clothes to send home though. Other things, however, are on the list of unnecessary items.
Thinking back on thoughts of the day: I remember how the snow and wind made the trees creak and moan. Sometimes I thought they would break right on top of me. Sometimes I thought I heard music. I've seen bugs making love, bugs landing on me and bugs shitting on me.
I thought a lot about limitations today. It's like I'm fighting for them. Without my Mom to answer to for my morals, I suddenly consider religion and question all of my actions. I want to be free. By not making contact with my other life, I feel somewhat free. At least I can breathe.
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