Day 33 - Hogback Ridge Shelter to Whistling Gap campsite
13.3 miles
Got out of bed this morning cranky about my time needs not being met. No time for writing, journaling, or photography editing so far this week. I'm not wanting to surrender to the trail, if that's what it means, no time to do the things I enjoy.
Started the day complaining to @toesalad.
A lot of beautiful rolling terrain today, some of my favorite terrain so far on the AT.
Pretty views from Big Bald and the carpets of Spring Beauties hiking up to the summit was spectacular.
There were high points to the day, for sure. But I started ragging on @toesalad later in the day - sore feet, long day, I'm just tired of hiking.
By the end of the day @toesalad reached his limit. We were silent through camp, supper, and clean-up (gorgeous camp setting, miserable moods), and finally before going to bed, into separate tents, we let it all out. Both of us were in tears.
I miss intimacy with Damien. I'm frustrated by the lack of time for things that matter to me, which makes the intense physicality of this adventure hard. Damien is frustrated that his family doesn't appreciate this adventure for the opportunity it is. That we don't appreciate this time with him.
He wants to be a dad and husband who isn't chained to his desk job and he wants to be with us, and not simply deal with all our complaints. I can see that we are not appreciating Damien and all he does for us.
We had a long talk in the gathering dusk, keeping warm in our puffies, while the kids were falling asleep in the tents. We have a few practical tech and gear ideas which may help solve some of our troubles. (Doing all my work and writing on my iPad is very time consuming, glitchy and amplifies my frustration.)
I feel more connected and on the same page than I have for the past week. Now, I desperately want a private space with my husband for physical intimacy. No such luck tonight.