I'm a web developer/sysadmin/host (NERD TRIPLE THREAT!) and this is my attempt to write about...leaving the house. Sometimes. Like, to go backpacking. And take some pictures. And justify spending the money on all the gear WHY SO MUCH?!?
Feel free to write and complain.
i was never an athletic child. to be quite honest, i am not an athletic adult, either. sure, i like walking in the woods with a backpack for miles on end but that doesn't really feel like any physical feat of note. not really. i recall not wanting to do the rope climb in gym class because, like algebra, when was i ever gonna need to use this
ok. fine. this is fine.
i didn't even really burn my hands that much. sandy grit, my fat ass and friction no problem. glad that's done one and done as they say wait what how many more SIX MORE dammit this better be worth it.
the worst part of this is probably having to leave.
boy howdy, did i luck out. i was only technically homeless for a few hours, but still. TRAUMA, AMIRITE
south beach is a first-come, first-served seasonal campground on a bluff overlooking a beautiful ocean beach that i just happened by while trying to figure out where i was gonna stay for the next few nights. being seasonal, this meant the site would close for the winter in just a few days. don't want to be out in the open during storm surge, after all.
fortunately i arrived early enough to snag a sheltered spot in the cleft of a wooded hillside.
i even managed to set up my tent properly so i didn't get rained on by my own breathy condensation. and i didn't have to fight a raccoon. and i only lost one bag of chips to a raven. it was the perfect place to rest and regroup and walk and explore.
the big driver for why i chose to try to climb a mountain and see a glacier was to see something that won't be around much longer. to witness it with my own eyes and through my own efforts. but since my said efforts were sorely lacking, i decided to take a different tack and head towards a new, even-more-precarious-and-endangered goal: to see the tree of life.
now it was time to move on, and continue my planned trip along the south coast wilderness. which would prove to be much harder and more treacherous than anything i had previously encountered.
while this wasn't the experience i expected, it was the experience i had.
i am trying to be more reslient.
i find it all too easy to become overwhelmed as at first seemingly minor obstacles multiply and cascade into my own systemic failure. i don't know if i really thought this trip would be any different, but i was surprised that it happened nonetheless. i knew the signs - the omens and portents that heralded a looming danger to the completion of my initial task - simply to walk from point A to point Z.
i made it to point N, let's say.
not enough sleep the night before. plane travel these days is very exciting! a long drive in the early morning. an unexpected sunny and warm trailhead to begin my walk along the river.
looking back, there were several things i could have done to mitigate my predicament. in addition to the obvious sleep more, there was also start earlier and be tougher. i think maybe just putting on sunglasses immediately and leaving them on would have done wonders to stave off a glare-induced migraine. that alone should not have held me back, but coupled with no appetite and acute anxiety about making good time i was in a world of hurt of my own imagining within a few hours.
honestly, my meltdown bet was on the airport before the flight out. the crush of humanity and the travel-related stress are two factors that usually raise my blood pressure considerably.
he appeared at the absolute best time.
the next potential derailer should have been the journey to find where the alamo rental car level was, in the seattle consolidated car thingy with NO LEVEL MARKINGS to let you know what floor you're on COME ON this isn't severance.
so, i managed to not let absolute dumb shit get to me. of course, this left rooom for what i had most been anticipating to wreck my day.
i did try to push through - harder that i ever have previously. i passed multiple good camp spots, each beckoning with the sweet call of HAVE LIE DOWN and OOH, WATER! nevertheless, i persisted. for a bit. but 10 minutes past the halfway point i realized that even if i did push hard all the way i was just delaying the inevitable cascade by being in a bad position going forward with the steep climbs the next two days and
i was deep in my own head. or deep up my own ass. potato/potahto.
i highly recommend having your breakdowns in the most scenic place possible, like on a mountain top, by this river, or in the fancy mall.
i set up camp - honestly one of my favorite sites to date - and tried to eat but i could only choke down a spoonful or two before i gave up on that as well.
since this part of the trip was abandoned, i now had another problem: i had no accomodations for the next two nights.
now what was i going to do?