It is a different way of living. Many people live many different ways and chose the one who walks a lot.
It is curious how in the middle, the path becomes romantic in my mind. Nothing more than sunny and soft days with endless beauty. Mountain views that extend again and again on the alpine brightness of dusk while cold air attracts you to your comforter. However, the closer I am to return to the road, it is the miserable moments that come to mind. Frozen socks and shoes in the mountains. Lyme disease and trench foot in the AT. The relentless heat of the southwest desert. Long water transports, heavy packages, pain and pain, and loneliness. Why am I doing this again?
My why God has always been. I think it made me go to great adventures, to try my merit and my value, walk with him in the lonely and wild places, to trust him with all my heart. For me, through hiking requires an incredible amount of faith, and my faith is in Jesus. That has gone in front of me and will continue later. That the way is prepared, now I just have to walk on it.
The long road
My friend Henry picked me up in his bright and early RV. After a quick clean windshield and a coffee station coffee, we were out. The conversation flowed gently and the mountains became a desert when we fughed into Utah. A Moab stop for a late breakfast in the Love Muffin Cafe provided a delicious breakfast and coffee burrito. We drove to Idaho and then in Montana, where we would cross the continental division. Although I didn’t see any path, I knew I was somewhere. We passed the city of the Path of Lima that seemed to have only one service station and a restaurant, you may need to send a box there. As the day passed, we found a free camp in the Clark Canyon reservoir. Thanks sir! The dinner was excess chicken and potatoes and was fantastic.
The sound of the rain received us this morning as I lay down in bed. I guess it’s better than snow. East Glacier has a winter storm warning until noon. A greater elevation in the park could receive a snow foot! The plan is to go to permits tomorrow and start the trial on Tuesday. Micro Picos and an ice ax, but I really hoped not having to take them. This storm could launch a key in that plan. I have to roll with the blows.
It rained during most of the trip today, but we continue singing and listening to adoration songs all the way. Soon we arrive at the East Glacier and headed to the glass shelter. Inside there were probably 40-50 hikers extended throughout the place. The storm had channeled everyone in this place. After asking several hikers, I found someone with whom I could let my food replenish me, I paid the $ 5 and said: «See you in a week.»
Permits
It was around 3 pm, so we decided to go to the Ranger Station of two medications to evaluate the permission situation. After talking with the Ranger, he printed a camps spreadsheet with availability in the next few days. Then we looked at a camps map and went back and forth between the two trying to discover what was physable. After about 10 minutes, where I guess I went to the brains, something clicks on my head. I saw a route through the meaningless bureaucracy. I transmitted my epiphany to the ranger and she agreed that it could work. I published the cutting time of 4:30 for permits.
Starting the path
I was not prepared to start tomorrow, but after looking at the availability of campings through glacier, I don’t think another day would have helped.
«Are you excited?» Henry said.
«I’m anxious,» I replied.
Be anxious for anything. Let your request to God and please him for everything he has done.
Tomorrow. Way south.
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