“That day, for no particular reason, I decided to go for a little run. So I ran to the end of the road. And when I got there, I thought maybe I’d run to the end of town. And when I got there, I thought maybe I’d just run across Greenbow County. And I figured, since I run this far, maybe I’d just run across the great state of Alabama. And that’s what I did. I ran clear across Alabama. For no particular reason I just kept on going. I ran clear to the ocean. And when I got there, I figured, since I’d gone this far, I might as well turn around, just keep on going. When I got to another ocean, I figured, since I’d gone this far, I might as well just turn back, keep right on going.”
“When I got tired, I slept. When I got hungry, I ate. When I had to go, you know, I went.”
Even though my Princeton climb went well, my feelings of self-doubt and insecurity were back to a boil. Solitude was what I thought I was looking for the day I climbed Huron, but the reality was I was desperate to get away from myself more than anyone else. As hard as I have tried, time and time again, I can never get away from myself. Surprise!
I thought I would have cell service near the trailhead, but when I got there I had none! In my frantic state of mind I had slipped and I hadn’t let my family know where I was going or what I was doing that day. Despite this fact, I decided to push on anyway. It was rainy and there was a dense fog enveloping the world around me, the world was as heavy as my mind. I packed and organized my things, planning to stay near treeline for the night under my tarp. As I packed a curious deer kept me company.
I snapped shots of flowers and the buildings nearby before heading down the 4wd road that lead to the Huron trailhead.
On my way!
I reached the end of the 4wd road sooner than I had anticipated as rain sporadically fell.
The weather continued to grow colder and rain fell more heavily. I heard a roll of thunder and decided that I had gone far enough. I was just shy of treeline and I was beginning to worry that the weather would give me trouble throughout the night.
I was right! I ended up getting soaked and shivered all through the night. I knew I was being stupid and I had a terrible feeling about the next day. I told myself that if it didn’t feel right in the morning, I wouldn’t make the climb.
The next day, the fog still hung low right along with my optimism. I decided to call it! I was entirely alone, nobody else was climbing, and nobody knew where I was. I altered my mindset and told myself I needed to enjoy this day! The whole point of this adventure was to do things for the mere sake of doing them! Climb to climb, eat to fuel, sleep to recharge, drive to drive! No race to win or person to impress. So, I climbed past treeline and snapped pictures of flowers.
I passed a pretty waterfall and a neat little bridge.
I hopped onto the CDT and walked, without any pressure or expectations. I just felt like walking!
I hiked up to cabin ruins and found tons of old cans.
Then I basked in the sun on the shore of Clear Creek Reservoir. It was so nice to warm back up after a cold, wet, miserable day!
Flower petals on my boots.
When the plan ended the adventure began and that’s when things got good!…Ahhhh! A miserable, yet, great day!