My ice axe and a couple more pairs of trail runners arrived in the mail a couple of days ago. That brings my shoe total to 3 pairs at the moment. From what I've researched so far, 5 pairs seems to be the number of shoes a typical thru hiker will destroy during the 2,663 mile journey. I had trouble sleeping last night worrying about the financial burden this trip has placed on my shoulders, but while reading a PCT book this afternoon, I remembered why I want to do this. There was a picture of a hiker resting on a granite slab next to a glacier filled lake while a full moon was rising above the jagged mountain ridge. Ahhhhhhh, those moments make all the miles, mosquitoes, and hunger pangs worth while in my opinion.
I started thinking about the first time I remember sleeping under the stars. I was in high school spending the night at my friend John's house in Maryland. A few of us had congregated outside playing guitars and sitting around a fire pit my friend had built in his backyard. A fire pit was pretty much unheard of in the suburbs around DC, as far as my experience to that point. I remember sitting in a lawn chair thinking to myself "I've never slept under the stars in my entire life! I wonder what it's like?" I ended up falling asleep in the lawn chair and awoke the next morning as the sun was rising, covered in dew, but ALIVE!!!