Days 17 & 18: Roughing It

More than a couple of times in the last two weeks, I’ve thought to myself (and shared with friends), “This isn’t hard enough.”  I’ve got this idea in my head that I’m supposed to be “roughing it,” that if I’m not dirty and smelly and going without a shower for days on end; if I’m not completely exhausted and sore from physical exertion every day; if I’m not barely consuming adequate calories or eating only for nourishment and never for pleasure…then I’m not working hard enough.  I’m not entirely certain where I got this idea, but I’ve got a notion it comes from Cheryl Strayed and her journey on the PCT. 

In case you haven’t read “Wild” or seen the movie adaptation, here’s a brief overview: Cheryl Strayed found herself in a really difficult spot in life and decided she needed a major reset.  I can’t remember why or how, but she got it in her head she should backpack the Pacific Crest Trail.  She seemed ill-prepared at best, and she faced lots of obstacles readying for and tackling the grueling endeavor.  Ultimately, she learned a great deal, and it seems much of the learning came from being broken down by the arduousness of the hike and all it entails.  It was from great difficulty she experienced significant growth.  And then she became a famous writer.

I’m intrigued by the Pacific Crest Trail, though I haven’t found myself strongly drawn to hiking it.  I love the outdoors and hella admire the folks who have the gumption, grit, tenacity, and wherewithal to commit themselves to the several months and hundreds of miles it takes to complete the trail.  I really don’t think I could do it…and maybe that’s why I don’t bother considering it – fear of failure.  I think Cheryl was afraid of failing too, but she got to a bad enough spot in life that she didn’t see any other option. 

For me, the alternative to this trip wasn’t a good one.  I desperately needed a change, and I hope with all my heart that somehow I’ll find what I’m looking for “out here.”  So far, it doesn’t feel very likely, and maybe I feel discouraged about that.  Or maybe I’m blaming myself for the lack of clarity I’m finding so far.  A friend asked me today “Are you loving life?”  I mean, I absolutely love moments, but this is hard.  I’m seeing all kinds of beautiful places, and I know the experience will be unforgettable.  I’m not complaining, and I don’t think I’ll regret any of it, but I do struggle sometimes. 

I’m lonely.  I’m frustrated by often not knowing where to go and especially with not knowing where to camp.  Before this trip, I’d only once before camped solo (and I cried most of the night, if I’m being honest).  I expected to set up my tent on public lands every night, but that doesn’t always feel safe, so I’m staying at more campgrounds than I expected, and there are dozens of options there, ranging from $5/site to $45/site – and it’s not always easy to pick one from the car.  More than once, I’ve just pulled over on the side of the road and stared at maps, hoping for epiphany with regards to where I should sleep.  It’s something I’ve never experienced, and it’s not always awesome.  There’s a “sky’s the limit” aspect, but I don’t always feel that.  Sometimes, all I feel is fear and aimlessness…and those are two of things I most hoped to overcome out here. 

Maybe it’s rougher than I thought.  But it’s a different kind of rough.  It’s not physically grueling, but it’s definitely stretching my…emotional resilience.  It’s okay.  It will be okay.  But it’s not easy; it doesn’t feel like a vacation (and I never wanted it to, but I suspect that’s what others think).  I stayed in a hotel the evening of Day #18.  I just needed a…break.  I wanted to sit in a cool, comfortable spot, not shooing away bugs or fearing a bear might sneak up on me.  I wanted to watch TV.  Isn’t that silly?  And I felt guilty about it.  But my bestie said “You didn’t commit to camping every night.  That’s not what this is about.”  And I needed to hear that.  So I enjoyed two showers (and didn’t even run out of hot water).  And I ate a turkey sandwich from my cooler lying in bed watching Days of Our Lives.  Then I slept without pepper spray, bear spray, or an expandable baton by my bed.  It was a welcome reprieve, maybe not from the gruel of “Wild,” but from a trip that is stretching me and definitely represents “roughing it” more than the life I’ve known.


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  1. Humans have spent ~40,000 years trying to make life easier when it comes to basic needs…because Nomading is hard. So it’s 2018 in the 1st world and humans may have gone a little too far, the struggle “is not real”, and maybe life is a bit too easy with regard to basic needs. Life in 2018 is about convivence and instant gratification at the expense of the environment and what it truly is to be an animal living in harmony with this planet. You are getting back closer to the roots and maybe the goal of a nomadic human is not serenity, but acceptance, survival, and meeting the challenge of living like an organism in a natural system vs. a society. Short story long, maybe you are feeling exactly how you should, more like a human? We are all complicit/addicted to convivence and you can’t expect to quit the convenient life cold turkey. It takes time to retrain the brain to “hard”, and relearn what “happiness” is when in nature and outside the protections we are all used to. You are in training, and it’s not a set curriculum, it’s the chaotic schedule of a frontier. So absolutely give yourself permission to enjoy a hotel sometimes. As time goes on and you adapt, I bet you will crave protection less and less, but that is not the important part. The struggle and the lessons are the gift you are receiving. You are doing awesome out there! The worst thing would be “easy”. I would be nervous to sleep out there alone…I’ve never even camped out in the back country alone. You are doing it! I am scared to do what you are doing because it’s hard, lonely and I don’t know if I have what it takes to handle it, but this is exactly why I want to do it. I want to get back to when life was a little bit harder, more human, and more silent so the only voice I hear is my own. If your voice is the only one you can hear, you will have to learn to trust it, forgive it, believe it, and love it. The real fruits of this journey may not reveal themselves until later, when you come back to the rat race (if you ever do). I know you don’t need these words, this is partially self serving as I’m trying to convince myself to take a similar quest. Meeting you and seeing how much you have already experienced and overcome in the last few weeks is so inspiring that I might actually do it! UNICORN POWER! 🙂

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    • This is my absolute favorite line here: If your voice is the only one you can hear, you will have to learn to trust it, forgive it, believe it, and love it. I love this!!! Thank you for your support and words of encouragement!!!


  2. Any time! wait, so all i had to write was that one line? Sheeesh, will i ever learn the lesson that less is more? 🙂
    If you get real lonely you could paint a face on a volleyball, name it wilson, and talk to it? 😉


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