I accomplished eating a plethora of German food. Sausages, Brahts, schnitzel, spatzle, saurkraut, herring and sour cream, etc. The shoe situation remains a problem.
There wasn’t an outfitter in town that had a shoe over size 12, and I need a 14. I don’t want to stay here long enough to have a pair over nighted to get here on a Tuesday, and no car rentals were open on a Sunday. I was going to drive to any town I could to get a decent pair of shoes. In the end I bought some duct tape and did some patch work. It’ll hold up, but my feet are still going to get battered by rock. It’s the home stretch, so I guess I can tough out anything.
Since reaching Washington, the monotony of the journey has been growing by the day. My body feels strong, unlike it did at the end of the AT, but my mind is utterly spent. It’s a total reversal from the end of my AT hike. My mind wanted to stay on the AT with my companions, but my body was toast. Here, at the end of the PCT, my body could go on forever, but my mind has has had enough. Everyone I meet out here seems to be in the same boat; they’re ready to go home and take a break. It certainly has been fun, but the human mind can only tag along with the body for what amounts to a marathon everyday, for months on end, for so long.
The closer I get to Canada, the wearier I become; like Frodo approaching Mount Doom, the weight of the ring becoming heavier with every step. Time seems to slow and my thoughts become heavier with each step closer to the border. Being so near should breathe new wind into my sails, but instead I find myself in the doldrums. I can think of no other way to describe my existence right now other than tired, very, very, tired.
One thing I find myself contemplating quite often lately is the moment of finish. The moment when I reach the monolith on the Canadian border that signifies the end to another massive journey. I didn’t know how I’d react on the AT, but it wound up being very emotional. I have a hard time seeing this finale being emotional, but you never know. I have faced a lot of struggles and heartache with katana on this trek, but the worst of it can’t really be associated with the trail. Either way, I’m curious to find out how my body and subconscious will respond to the conclusion of all this.
More than likely this will be my final post before I finish. This is my last official town, and I do not plan to stop long enough to update the blog again before Canada. I know there will be weather before the end, but my fingers are crossed that it will be manageable. This is truly a race to beat winter…