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.