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PCT | Solo Sobo

Day Seven and Eight- Hiking Sucks

Hiking sucks

 

Food taken, and lonely.

I woke up in the morning with my food bag not hanging on the branch. Why is it gone? Where did it go? I'm 24 miles away from my next resupply. How the hell am I going to make it that far without food? I guess I just keep moving forward.

My Sister's BF- when they dropped me back off at the trail. What a nut

My Sister's BF- when they dropped me back off at the trail. What a nut

 

I'm going to be completely honest. I hate hiking. And I hate being alone. And a lot of people, not just me on the PCT, hate it too. That's why you make friends so easily. Everyone bonds over the mat aspect of it. Sleeping alone, 60 miles in the backcountry. It's stupid and especially doing it alone. My head runs wild. I have to consistently pray, or tell myself okay.  I'm faced with two paths. The one that takes me home, or the one that moves forward. And I always choose to go home. Im sick of it. And I don't want you opinion on it until you've hiked over 400 miles, alone. I won't take your advice, I'm sorry. 

 

The decision I'm making will have a big impact on moving forward. I'm choosing photography. I'm choosing to hike 15 miles a day so I can take the images I always wanted to take. I'm hiking my own damn hike. And creating my own story. I'm not Wild. I'm not a drug abuser.  I'm not spending time to "figure myself out". I'm working, and spending every minute trying to find a story to capture. I wanna tell this story, unfiltered. So I guess ya, I hate hiking.

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