After enduring minimal wind (SO fortunate), I leave my tent the next morning and the scene does not disappoint. I'm above a sea of clouds on my little ridge line plateau. Fog is snaking over the low points on the surrounding mountains and the sun will be up soon. I make my oats and coffee and watch as the sun makes her entrance. This is when I make a lil Instagram vid because I really needed to share this perfect moment.
Packing up, I'm thankful that I don't see anyone hiking the trail from my exposed location - way better for taking care of morning business. I have a headache again and know that it's time for rest. 22-miles to Acton, body, then we rest.
As I'm ambling, I come around a corner - the grasses are burned pink, the trees are burned black yet bleached white, the new growth is green and the fog blankets the mountain in magnificence. How is this real life?? And, why did I wait so long to be living this purely?
The past few days had me noting how easy it was to find certain memories. Why are the good ones so hard to find? My head is rolling around in the soft and fuzzy memories this morning though. They hit me one after another and I surely look like a crazy person, smiling to myself as I strolled.
*Passing a flask between Ladies A, K, and myself as we walked through a snowstorm back to campus. Catching snowflakes in our mouths, making snow angels, and being so in love with these sisters.
*A candle lit dinner at Arby's and the first time I was ever stunned into silence by another person's consideration.
*chasing trains (enough said)
*beers with a friend who never asked too much on a stolen rooftop night
*My best girlfriend airplane-crashing into me at homecoming (it's on video)
*Smashing bottles on the boiler house with really good people.
*My 16-birthday backpacking trip
*Climbing mt at Helens with my Rosies and feeling like I'm finally able to show who I am.
I note that I need to build bridges back to these memories so I can find them easier in the future.
The rest of the day is beautiful yet uneventful. I have company at a few stops but it leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
Oh, and everyone tells me about this girl, April. Her comments in the logs are fun. She must be rad, I need to meet her!
Reaching Acton is awesome. April is of the formerly April & Sierra. She leapfrogged me in Wrightwood but welcomes me openly here!! Oh, and this campground has free popcorn (see previous blog entry). Not only that, "Occupy" has purchased a cake for sharing.
After a few days of missing "my people", it feels amazing to surrounded in community again.