The alarm goes off at 1:30am Saturday, in 3 days we will stand at the precipice. The night before was a mix of second guessing, weighing gear, what can be cut what should be added, and assembling resupply boxes for the first 4 weeks on trail. It was all pretty much dialed but you know how it goes.
Above is the bulk of my gear at approximately 14lbs.
By 2:00am Saturday morning Kelly and I we’re driving to Seattle for a 6am flight to San Diego. As we are boarding my ticket gets scanned and a red light flashes (ugg!), the agent motions me to their booking counter. Kelly was boarding ahead of me and got the green light. Turns out Alaskan chose to separate us so that a family could sit together. Some aggravated conversation already ripe with emotions ensued with the agent but to no avail, looks like we won’t be together on this leg of the trip😔.
We spent the next 2 days at a casino/hotel about 30minutes from the PCT Southern Terminus. We even made it to see the movie Blockers at an actual drive in theater! Memories of the Nobhill Drive In started coming back.
I’ve spent some time thinking how to describe the last leg of this trip. The anticipation has been building for 6 months, everyday closer adds a definite degree of stress on many of us. If you know Kelly well you know she is a resilient and selfless person. Throughout this Pre-PCT journey is no different.
We arrive at the trailhead where a PCT official greats us. After some pleasantries and picture taking, its come to goodbyes. We both cry, it pains me to she her this way, after all it’s my fault! The embrace, the tears, all the above emotions aren’t something I can recall having in our marriage, this is different, and hard to explain further. Here is to my amazing wife.