I made the decision something upset to move from my house the same week as my walk. The decision makes sense, as I move to start postgraduate school in August, but the week was agitated, however. While packed all my belongings and said goodbye to many dear friends in the Denver/Boulder area, I was also organizing equipment, preparing food and pressing on some last -minute training walks. Now that I’m on my way to the way, I feel that I have had some time to process the movement, reflect on good memories and breathe (breathe stronglyI must clarify).
I started the path from Waterton Canyon at the atypical time of 6pm. (He shouts Anna Li and Woody for Chipotle’s dinner and the trip at the beginning of the path!) Like the first 6 miles of the walk they are essentially flat, I felt sure that I could leave the cannon where to camp. Indeed, I was able to walk about 8 miles and configure my tent next to Lenny’s break just when it began to get dark (around 8:45 pm). He felt strange to walk along a suburban path with my heavy package. (With all my equipment, food and water, it was just 40 pounds. Oof! It is not an ultralight). A passerby shared that he completed the path eight years ago! He felt like a beautiful fortuitous moment, since he had just started the path eight minutes before.
After calling my parents for the first mile of the walk, I spent most of this first night thinking «My God, I’m really doing this!»
Butterflies fed with adrenaline were stirred around my stomach during the first hours.

The next morning, I woke up with the surprising feeling of cloth on my face. It seems that in my hurry to configure before dusk, I neglected to properly tighten my trekking post tent, which resulted in the comic disorder shown below.

I laughed at my mistake and continued along the way. There were many people who camped by Bear Creek, so I’m glad I had the place I found before instead of trying to tighten there after dusk! I had some lovely conversations with other hikers, all from different areas of life, and all fed by the same positive emotion about this CT adventure.
I was a bit apprehensive on segment two after listening to the heat, exposure and limited access of water. It really feels like a completely different bioma from segment one. Fortunately, I could complete this segment on a cloudy day, so the heat was not a problem (although I waited for a thunder at one time). Siré enough water from the South Platte River and followed my cheerful path.

The second day was an 18 -mile adventure, so my body was ready to rest.
There were a couple of minor ailments that arose (spraying thighs, a blister on my little finger), but they were easily remedied in pants instead of shorts and carefully applying some tape to my blistering finger. I had much more luck to camp the night! Here is my cozy site to the east of the North Fork Volunteer Fire Station.

I am grateful for the blister tape! I have been using my out -of -brand leukotapia and some slices of KT tape for «arts and arts» effectively in something that does not hurt. It has not been a problem since then!

The three and four days mixed a little together, and it moved a little more slowly. These days were marked by good conversations and connections with several hikers, including «recipe» and «Taz». The recipe walked the PCT and is another trail worker! They shared a biodegradable «brightness» to help me upload a slope in segment 3. Although most of them, the brightness definitely helped me to give me that mental hill!

I found that while I walked with others, my rhythm picked up a bit! My body tends to go slower in the afternoon, so I have been trying to program large earrings in the morning. That was certainly the case with the crazy ascent in segment 4. That hill was not a joke. It was a morning to «hug the suction.» Fortunately, the afternoon was full of extensive meadows and forests inside and outside the Lost Creek desert.

In my fourth night, I faced one of my fears in progress: establish my Trekking pole tent in the rain.
Recipe and I planned to camp together again, and just when I was half mile from the site, the previously threatening clouds opened. I quickly configured my store just in time for the rain to stop. If you just wait a few more minutes! Well, I’m glad that the rainy store configuration is no longer a mental block for me.
As part of my night routine, I have been writing to my local legislators in support of public lands, their preservation and the organizations that these national treasures maintain. Since this walk is my «loving letter to walk to public lands», I hope to write a postcard for every ten miles to which extending. Until now, I am in 7 postcards! This meditative practice has helped me to reflect with gratitude for the reasons why I am walking, as well as in the many public servants and organizations that allow this walk to exist first.

On day 5 it has been magical in many ways. Trail Angels Emily and Jim surprised hikers with a complete meal on July 4, completed with watermelon, banana bread, Dr. Pepper and the most amazing hot dogs. In addition, shout a Mango tree coffee In Englewood for your coffee surprise at the beginning of the path! I loved my coffee with milk!

Some friends of the traffic of trails found me in Kenosha Pass for a refueling in Fairplay! They provided the perfect spiritual peak, just when the strenuous activities of the week had begun to reach my body. Sarah and Ren even joined me on the way for a backpack and camp pranks! My heart is warm and I am excited to continue!

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