Brown fork shelter, camped on a hill, no flats spots but a huge full moon
So maybe that cured minced ham someone left behind in the shelter was not a good idea to give to Indy, the gas right now is a little intense. Poor guy, it is hard to get thrown right back into trail life after a week off. Just one of those things you get used to doing everyday I guess.
My brain doesn’t feel ready to be done, but my body does. I find myself getting re-centered each time I walk a little farther, but then find different joints starts to pop and certain muscles seem as if they’ve reached the capacity of what they can do. It’s a weird feeling. Some moments I feel the greatest of ease walking 3 mph through roots and rocks, and then other times I feel completely exhausted even after eating my weight in sugar the fire is somewhat lost. Not sure.
Feeling sad with a few thing with my Dad. He told me he thought I’d be different. He acting amazed and intrigued with the guys I’m hiking with, and just seemed to gloss over me. He praised them for healthy appetites, and criticized me. (so it felt).
I wanted to be the star, but felt kind of bypassed and misjudged. I know he didn’t mean it, but I’m saddened by uncontientous (sp) people.
I don’t know anymore. I am a little saddened by the thought that I would meet and make such great friends, but it just wasn’t meant to be. I think I’m too much a loner for that. I want it, but can’t seem to grasp people’s attention.
I guess I’ll also state I think Carrie is looming in the near future. Thank you body for hormones that make something out of nothing.
Perhaps some music seeing 2 guys just showed up to camp in the darkness. Please don’t snore. Also please no mice & bears.
