Mile 583 to Olallie Lake Resort (24 miles)
‘From despair to cold drinks’
Today, for the first time on the trail, I felt genuine despair.
As is often the way with despair, it’s not one thing. It’s a bunch of little things building up. Until it’s too much.
Mine was a combination of poor sleep, dodgy tummy, blisters, sore foot arches and blazing heat.
I had 6 miles to camp. And this camp had a shop that had cold drinks (I dream of cold drinks as I walk. They are EVERYTHING). But 6 miles felt like an eternity. I wasn’t having fun anymore. It hurt. I felt tears well up:
“Why am I doing this?” I asked myself.
Then I had a memory of my sister Jo the day before I left Scotland. We’d had a picnic together and as we were parting she’d looked at me with such love and told me how proud she was of me. As we held each other and hugged goodbye I felt so connected to her. Like I was taking a bit of her with me.
And now here she was, pulling me on.
I can do this hard thing. Just one more step. Then the next.
I dragged myself to Olallie Lake Resort. Trees and Blue Buffalo sat on the porch laughing at my weary face as I walked to them.
Then I drank all the cold drinks, washed in the lake and camped in happy solitude under the stars.