I turned 28 on the trail last week, just after we left Twin Lakes. It was a
pretty uneventful day, but a good one nonetheless. Th climb (although not
high) really aggravated my Achilles tendon, which has been extra grumpy
since our monster day on the west Collegiate route. I also missed home a
bit, as we all do sometimes.
It's funny, but it was good that it was an average day in some ways. The
views were spectacular, the climb a little hard. It made me remind myself
that you climb every mountain just one step at a time and that at any given
moment, all you need is the willpower to take just one more step. I've been
finding myself getting overwhelmed at the thought of getting to Canada
lately (we definitely aren't winning any speed records) but really all I
need to remember is that on any given day I need the willpower to get on
the trail for just one more day. I love it out here, but it's hard. For
every climb you get done, there is another one looming just over the
ridgeline (this is especially true in Colorado!). For every meal you cook,
there is another one coming that needs to be done. For every cathole you
dig, there will be another one tomorrow, and the next day, and maybe
tomorrow afternoon. It's easy to get bogged down in the hard stuff and
forget that every step is moving us North towards Canada.
We are getting there. One step at a time.