LEARNING PATIENCE AND FLOW
There is a scene in the movie “Office Space,” one of my favorite scenes, all-time, from the movies, where the lead actor of the show is driving to work, except he is barely going anywhere because of traffic. In fact, he is making such poor progress that an old man with a walker is travelling faster than the lead actor.
I was reminded of that scene today. The plan was for Bev and son to leave Lake Morena around nine a.m., hike about ten miles, and then another ten tomorrow, arriving at Mt. Laguna mid-afternoon on Friday. I was going to leave in the bus, find a camping site at Mt. Laguna today, and wait for Bev and Leo to arrive tomorrow to resupply them.
The weather gods had a different plan. The road to Mt. Laguna required chains due to the winter storm which blew in yesterday and dropped six inches of snow in that mountain town. I do not have chains for Puddle Walker. Therefore, Bev and Leo, walking, made better progress than I did, driving Puddle Walker.
Patience!
Bev, during that ten-mile hike today, crossed two streams which are actually not listed on any map. Such is the nature of the snow melt in these parts this year, the Year of Record Snowfall.
The Flow!
See how I tie everything together for ya?
I’m antsy to hit the road and do some travelling. I’m a bit tired of Lake Morena County Park. I now know the names of some of the locals. That’s a sure sign I’ve been here too long. Hopefully the road to Mt. Laguna will be snowplowed tomorrow, and with sunshine forecast, I just might make it. If not, if I have to detour again, I have no clue where I’m going to go, but between Toby and Maggie and me, we should be able to solve that mystery.
Still no sightings of rattlesnakes.
Still no sightings of scorpions.
Both are good things!
A MINI UNITED NATIONS
I met a young lady yesterday. Her trail name is Tye Dye, for obvious reasons once you get to talking with her a bit. Jenny is her real-life name, and I’m laughing as I write that, because what is our real life, anyway? I feel like I’m living my real life for the first time in decades, so there you go.
So, Tye Dye and I got to talking, formed a friendship in a short period of time, and I still get goosebumps thinking about how easily that happens out here on the Trail; Jenny is from Pennsylvania, steel country, she a craftsperson, for lack of a better term, but more than that just a quality human being, and I feel fortunate for having met her. She is going to “angel” her way north, just as I am, following her partner, resupplying him, and hopefully, if I’m having one of those seven-come-eleven sort of lucky days, I will meet her again along the way.
Doing laundry in the Anza-Borrego Desert, place called Stagecoach Trails RV Park, so named for its history as a stopover for the old stagecoach line, I love that kind of history, random and yet so damned important, and in walks a guy, dark stubbles, short hair, intense eyes, sits down to recharge his phone. I ask him where he’s from, Nice, France, he says, and we manage to have a fractured conversation for a half-hour, and I love that sort of thing, too . . .
And while we are on that topic, right next to us, in the RV park, are three guys from Australia, and coming out of the men’s room earlier today, at Mt. Laguna, some guy from Denmark I had met a week earlier, and we greeted each other, as friends do, asked how our lives were progressing, and it all left me with this amazing feeling, like when you asked your parents for a bike, back when you were ten, never thinking they would come through, and there it is, under the Christmas tree, that kind of feeling, that this world really isn’t that large, if you think about it, and the differences between us are not that grand, again if you think about it, and that seems like a damned good foundation to build something, don’t you think?
“Yes, I suppose it does,” answered Pooh, licking his paws and smiling that Pooh smile.
THE WONDER OF IT ALL
Coming out of Mt. Laguna, heading north, maybe four, five miles along, there comes a turnout on the right, a place to park to see the vista Nature has provided one and all.
I am a writer, but there is no way my words can capture the view, from five-thousand feet, of the Anza-Borrego Desert below.
I caught a glimpse of it, going by, was so stunned by it that I turned the bus around, a half-mile later, and returned to that spot, and I am so glad that I did.
A prelude of sorts . . .
Before Bev had this idea of hiking the PCT, my life consisted of walking the dogs twice each day, doing chores around the house, watching television at night, falling asleep, and doing the same damned thing the next day, and the next, and the next, and I could literally feel myself getting older each day.
There was an old song, back in the 40’s, maybe 50’s, and I believe Peggy Lee sang it, titled “Is That All There Is?” And that’s what my life was a year ago, wondering if that’s all there is, and all there would be, until the day the black-hooded card shark dealt me a final, losing hand.
Fast-forward to today, that vista, and similar vistas seemingly every single day of this trip, and I gotta tell ya, I am so happy I traded suburbia, and a slow death, in for an eighteen-foot bus and feeling alive once again. Is there uncertainty with this kind of lifestyle? You bet there is, but that uncertainly is overwhelmed by the sheer excitement I feel waking up each day, wondering what wonders I am going to experience on that day.
I watched my parents live out their days, one agonizing repeat, day after day, and other relatives of mine, and maybe it made an impression on me. Or maybe it’s me being adopted, and the DNA in me of a restless soul, needing to take risks in hopes of a big payoff. Whatever it is, it has led me to this place, on this day, and a feeling of deep appreciation and gratitude for having made it here. I have no idea how many more years I have left, but I know I’m going to live them balls to the wall, full speed ahead, and never shall the words “is that all there is” come from these lips of mine.
Ann, I am thrilled that you are taking steps towards self-sufficiency. That is fantastic, my friend, and I hope you write about it in the near future. I think many people would be interested in the steps you are taking.
As always, you are appreciated.
From Acton, California,
bill
Thank you, Sally! It was a long time coming, but I’m so happy it finally arrived.
Heck, Linda, I’m in awe of what we are doing, but at the same time it feels like the most natural thing to be doing. Thank you for always thinking about us.
love,
bill
Damn, Marty, I remember now that you tell me, but I would have never guessed it. Thanks my friend.
Sis, actually being here blows my mind. Every single day is something new, and I’m slapping myself for waiting so long to actually live. 🙂 Thanks for thinking of your brother. It’s nice knowing someone cares from so far away.
Hugs
I just took a little time to back-browse some of your episodes. What the H? I’m not sure how I missed commenting on so many. I recall reading them, but since when is it that old Sis had nothing to say? Bro, looks like I better get busy & leave my thoughts where I did not. Ahhh, I can certainly agree no rattlesnake or scorpion sightings is a very good thing! The wonderful stories of your adventures are pure entertainment for me, Bro. I can only imagine how actually being in the thick of it all, can be major precious moments NOW, as well as to treasure for all time. Peace & Hugs to you & Bev, Big Sis
I had to look it up. Peggy Lee’s hit song was out in 1969. I thought it was earlier than that, perhaps late ‘50’s. So now we all know. Lol.
I’m so pleased for you, enjoying all that travelling and the wonders as you go! I can feel your emotions in your words. I hope Bev fares well with all that snow. My thoughts are pushing you all on.
And thanks for the Winnie-the-Pooh bit – my favourite book which was the co-text of my childhood!
I’ve had an ‘Is that all there is?’ moment lately. We’re hiking up the self-sufficiency and making our home even more eco-friendly as a result. I want to be out there doing instead of indoors wondering why something’s missing. I want to make a contribution to my little piece of this world.
More power to your elbow, Bill!
Bill, I’ve been staring at this blank space for 2 minutes, and I don’t know what to write. I keep saying the same thing over and over again, to the point that you’ll probably turn off notifications from me. I am so in awe of you and Bev. Talk about guts! I’m older than Bev, and a few years younger than you–stuck in the middle, and I can’t for the life of me imagine the life you are living. You were meant for this. Yes, it IS in your DNA. How awesome that you and Bev found each other. Only the two of you, your partnership, could pull this off. Keep soaking up those vistas and enjoying the heck out of life. You deserve it. And, keep writing. Your words, your stories take us there.
So happy to feel your happiness to be alive Billy.