I met a few of my nieces’ friends tonight.
Two out of three asked me why I was doing this hike alone? The common questions were:
Won’t you be lonely?
Aren’t you scared?
Let’s combine the answer to both of these into one:
I would have loved to be planning/taking this trip with Robert. Or my Siblings. Or any other friend that I don’t mind being stinky and cranky with.
But I’m not.
I never planned to take this hike with someone.
I love all of my friends. Really. I do. But I don’t think we would want to be with each other that entire time.
It’s 2200 miles. Roughly.
Probably 2300 miles with the way I navigate.
I’m not scared of being lonely. I’ve always been a bit of a loner. Especially when it comes to my wild ideas of doing things against the norm.
The thing I am worried about most is:
Well it’s tied between pooping in the woods and hitching. Yes Mom, I’m worried about hitchhiking.
But it’s going to be a reality. It’ll be part of my life.