When I arrived at Kennedy Meadows, I didn’t knew if it was the end. At still had hope that all the rumour about the snow was somehow exaggerated or that the snow would have melt considerably to keep up going. I had to make a decision if the risk was worth the experience and challenge base on the value I had with my own life and on the knowledge I had about my own limitations.
When the decision was took, I didn’t regret my decision and it gained more strenght when I heard stories coming out the section that I decided to not to do. The only problem was with the decision I made, it didn’t bring a closure to the entire journey. I was only tested on a question of life or death but not concluding the journey.
For that matter, I realized it only now, that I was struggling in the last month to understand what was next as the decision didn’t came along with anything.
When I arrive last week in Seattle, after I quitted the OCT, I was still trying to figure out what was next and I believed that I could not go home without bringing a closure to this journey.
The OCT wasn’t the answer, it was only a band aid not more. Sat in the lounge of the hostel, I was looking at the map of Washington State and saw that one of the entrance to the PCT was only an hour away. I rented a car that I was going to pick up that morning as I was thinking to pass sometimes on the Olympic Peninsula, hiking around.
Before going down to Port Angeles where I was going stay couple nights, I stopped at Snoqualmie Pass. I went on the trail and after a few weeks of the trai; l was wondering if the trail still has its magic and glitter. I was there for only 15-20min but it felt so good to be there.
I had maybe something for this trail and I wanted to give it a try. From Port Angeles, I organized my return. I wrote to Phillip, a trail angel in Portland if he could give me a ride back at the trailhead outside of Cascade Locks at the border of Oregon-Washington. The next morning, I went to Wal-Mart to buy some resupply as Phillip answered me at the affirmative to my email.
Then I went to Olympia where, after I got a refund from REI for the tent I got back in April that was fallaing apart, a new tent was waiting for me. Back in Port Angeles, i tried to set the new tent but one of the pole snapped without any help. Two different brands both failed miserably. Sigh!
I returned the next morning this time in Silverdale to get this tent exchanged and posted my supplies. With a little bit of complaining, I got a 20%off at the next tent but they have it in stock only in Seattle. Well Olympic Peninsula didn’t see me hiking out there and I drove back to Seattle this time with the ferry.
I stayed two nights in Seattle before taking the train back to Portland. I realized that the downtown of Seattle lacked of all the essentials of a big city. It haves no groceries in walking distance, fast food restaurants neither outdoor or electronic stores. They are all out in the periphery.
Back in Portland, I met Phillip at the tram station where he came to pick me up and drove me to his home where he let me stay overnight. I met is wife Ginger and their cat Misha. The conversation flowed immediately with him. The evening is short but I keep a good souvenir of them. Plus Phillip gave me a pair of hiking poles that he doesn’t need. Mine were on the way to Laura’s mom’s house as they were broken.
But before I left Seattle, one of the zipper on my backpack broke and by the time, i reached my campsite tonight, my shoes, both of them! decided to ripe open on the top and I realized I lost my water filter, my toothbrush and a lighter. Sigh! This is gonna be a fun game!!!! Next “town” is three days away and no service out here.
Phillip dropped me off this morning at 7am. The drive was amazing and I had the chance to see the Bridge of Gods.
After walking about a mile beside the highway (off on the trail), I entered in this forest that welcomed me like an old friend that not time and distance change anything in the friendship.
They welcomed me with serene music that reached a crescendo when I crossed the first creek then it was the turn of the tenor bullfrog to add some opera to this classic music.
My first, tough, eyesore sight was of those electrifying metallic giant brandishing their buzzing whip above their heads across this forest.
The worst came later. Mother Nature own some beautiful dresses. The sandy deserty brown, the wavy oceanic blue, the snowy white but one of my favourite is the velvety green forested one. Some insolent men ripped disrepectfully this beautiful dress; violating and scaring Mother Nature. Leaving her exposed her nakedness at the indifference of the Sun who washed is hands. Ignorance is a bliss. He said
Despite the typhoons and hurricanes to wash herself of the fleas that rampage and violated her, they tenaciously stayed and spread their disease through her wardrobe. Its a infestation! They multiply!
But it is not all the fleas that follow or agree with the actions taken taken by is peers. It is for me, as I was walking through an open rip, that I was looking at it with sadness and anger. I felt sorry for her and my futile and insignificant hug to her could not heal her scar.
It had a sign further down on the trail from the US department of forestry that was proudly written: Logged (murder) 1974-75 Burned (arsony) 1975 Planted (band aid) 1975. They should go in jail for those crimes.
But in this hatred crime, I saw some beauty the view over Mount Hood and Rainier with slopes of blossoming flowers. A dozen of different colours butterflies flew around me for a little while as I walked through those flowers. A deer ran through the forest at a safe distance of me.
With this display of beauty, I was hoping that my steps was as gentle as my fingers would caress the curves of a woman tenderly, lovingly.
Im back with Mother Nature and I don’t feel alone in here yet. In this forest and its music and poetry, it feels home more than the desert was for me. I may change minds along the trail but yet it is how I feel right now.
I’m out and over.
Good night folks.
Today 18.7miles (29.92km)