A year ago today I began my first thru hike. When I started hiking the Colorado Trail I had no idea it would eventually lead me to the Pacific Crest Trail. As I nervously walked up Waterton Canyon I thought about how far off Durango seemed. Little did I know that exactly ten months later I would have the same anxiety as I peered off towards the northern horizon as I stood at the Mexican border.
It's hard to believe how far I've traveled in the last two months. I've hiked a little over a third of the trail. I've traversed the long dry stretches of Southern California and I've trudged (and post-holed) over a handful of high passes in the Sierra. I'm excited to see where the next few months will take me.
A year ago I didn't know I had the desire to walk from Mexico to Canada and now here I am one third of the way finished with a dream that only materialized after grad school fell through last fall. I am amazed at how quickly the circumstances of life can change. One chapter in life can unexpectedly transition into the next at a moments notice. I'm not sure where I'll be a year from now, but I hope the next chapter in life is as fulfilling and continues to build to some unknown climax.