Yesterday and today have mostly involved hiking through Oregon’s woodland in the blazing hot sunshine. And today I passed the 900 mile mark!
There’s always beauty to be found in the walking. But the thing that has stood out for me these last couple of days is this wonderful rag-tag community of hikers that I’ve become part of.
The trail friend I’m closest to is Trees. She’s a American in her late 20s – she’s strong, full of life and great company.
I choose to walk alone but there’s are a growing group of folks on the trail that I’d call friends. I feel known and cared for. I know if something goes wrong someone would have my back.
We are all very different – from all walks of life – yet we are united in our daily choice to walk along this narrow strip of path for a further 1750 miles. This path is our one constant.
Trail names are a tradition on the PCT and I was given mine a few weeks ago.
Most Americans on the trail struggle to pronounce my name. Rather than Shona they say ‘Shuna’.
My friend from the Isle of Skye – Dejure – suggested ‘My Sherona’ as it’s easier for folks to say.
So that’s my new name.
I love it when people ask my name because, on the hearing, they usually burst into song. Sometimes with added air guitar!
With a new name can come a new identity but I feel more ‘me’ than ever out here.