‘Kindness in my backpack’
After a delicious picnic breakfast of toasted bagels and cheese, and coffee, it was time for Pete and I to say goodbye.
He was heading back home and I was heading back on the trail. He’d be travelling north at 70 miles per hour, me south at 2.5. He’d cover over 200 miles, I’d be lucky to make 20.
As I walked I felt a sadness and an underlying contentment. Sad to be losing the company of someone so special but grateful and full of joy at the memory of the time we’d just shared.
And I was carrying his kindness in my backpack.
It was there in the Tiger Balm he’d given me for my feet.
It was in the cheese and humus bagel I ate at my lunch stop.
And in the berry electrolyte tablets I added to my water at the river at mile 7.
And the VIA Starbucks sachet that I’ll drink tomorrow morning.
It was a long hot 20 miles with little shade. Much of it was in a large burn area from a wildfire last year.
By 8pm I found a small piece of ground in a forest just below the trail. I cowboy camped under the light of the moon, feeling sleepy and almost as full.