Waiting is by far the hardest part.. I will miss my wife friends and family, I will miss my dogs, it will be a long 6 months in the woods.
With 3 weeks left until I leave for Maine I am about to crack. I pack and unpack my pack (say that 5 times fast) at least twice a day, I test and retest gear. Now I am trying hard not to twist an ankle or break a bone before I even start.
"Hey Bill would you like to go do that Zip line course?" - Yeah! oh wait I better not..
"Hey Bill would you like to go bowling?" - mmm. not particularly..
"Hey Bill want to go to this cool new restraunt I found" - I better not in case there is an E-coli outbreak..
at this point I NEED to be on the trail it isn't even a choice anymore, I don't care about food drops, pace, average MPD, water sources, boil rates, baby wipes VS. Toilet paper or anything like that. I care about getting to Maine and climbing a mountain. if you are reading this please send strength to the people around me because I am going to be unbearable (No pun intended)