It’s been a full day of driving – coupling and uncoupling the car as we negotiated the ups and downs of the Crowsnest. But here we are in Manning Park with a Plan A and a Plan B. We get up early tomorrow and check the weather. If horrible, we drive home. If not, we hike Skyline and head home in the next day or two.
In either case, we’re very close to home – or at least – what is home for now.
It feels odd- surreal – home is in too many places right now – or no place at all. The only real home at the moment is with Simon. Everything else is fluid.
At any rate, this will be a short post. We have no Internet at our campsite and are hanging out at the Lodge where there’s a signal – the only one for quite a few miles around. And here’s a group that has just NOW completed the entire PCT – they started in April. OMG! What an accomplishment! Such admiration!
I’ve felt heartened by all the well wishes and congratulatory messages from my friends – and Simon’s friends – on our rash decision to move to the Slocan. Already it’s beginning to seem more “real.” Life is very exciting! But I’m also exhausted, not only by the long and occasionally tense drive, but also by the fact that I celebrated last night by drinking at least half a bottle of champagne and then not getting enough sleep. But really, champagne was necessary. Right?