Lost Without You

I got lost four times since my love bug dropped me back off at Cascade Locks on the Oregon border. Four times in two and a half days. I lost my knife, too. I was pushing 30+ miles in Washington but dropped to an average of 16 since I kissed him goodbye.

Lost might be the wrong word, I was just moving in the wrong direction. I intentionally took two alternate routes (Eagle Creek and Ramona Falls), and unintentionally returned to the PCT heading North. Extra mileage and weight just makes you stronger, right? That's what I thought after the first mistake... Lesson not learned. 

I think it is his fault. I'm missing that handsome face so much; it's deflating my energy and distracting my concentration. The trail is still spectacular, but what good is that if I can't share it with my special someone?

Mom always told me, "you are in exactly the place you're supposed to be." I think this is my lesson... I know how lucky I am to have you, Christopher Nelson Landon, and I love you more every day. Thank you for being my rock and letting me become a better person as I walk the trail. And thank you for the love note you hid my tent... I needed it more than you could have imagined.

I'm a day behind schedule now, but got to see a gorgeous baby mountain mouse and fantastic sunset view of Mt. Hood. Not to mention, a delicious 3 round breakfast at the Timberline Lodge. 

OK, Oregon, let's see what you bring me tomorrow.

 Oh, it's the little things that make me smile.

Oh, it's the little things that make me smile.

 Where did you come from, Mt. Hood?

Where did you come from, Mt. Hood?