Lately, I’ve spent a large portion of my time working on a short film about my PCT thru-hike, but this project feels like pulling teeth. The first video will be less than five minutes and I’ve realized trying to tell my four and a half month journey in a handful of minutes is quite the challenge.
I loved my focus. When I left the Mexican board, Canada seemed like a dream, yet my objective was clear. On the first day of my hike, enslaved by the intense sun of Southern California, I decided to stop focusing on Canada and instead focus my efforts on reaching the next town, the next food drop, the next pint of ice cream. The moment I opened my eyes each morning I instantly knew my task for the day. Each day I moved further north towards my dream even though at times Canada felt so distant.
It’s been two weeks since I finished the PCT, and as I reemerge into society I find myself asking the question— now what? For more than four months I primarily focused my attention and energy on reaching Canada, and now I find myself caught in the competing currents of uncertainty. How do I come away from finishing the largest challenge of my life, and reintegrate into the monotony and normalcy of the life I left behind?