Day 89 – 7/19/16
I’m home in Phoenix now. I took a greyhound from Weed to Medford and then a flight to Portland in a tiny prop plane. Had about a 3 hour layover and then flew to Phoenix. I got to Phoenix at 5:30 and my mom picked me up at the airport. I decided to just stay at my parents house for the night. My cat is there and it was nice to see him.
My mom’s dog didn’t recognize me at all. I walked in and when she saw me she started barking and ran away. She wanted nothing to do with me. After a bit she would get close to sniff me but wasn’t sure about me and wouldn’t let me pet her. I gave her a few treats and she still was a little cold to me. Eventually she realized who I was and let me pet her.
As I was going to sleep one of my mom’s cat was on the bed, on the pillow, on my head, hitting the blind, and just being a total bugaboo.
The next morning my mom dropped me off at my house on her way to work. My dog was out back when I walked up to the front door. I set my stuff inside and opened the gate and he ran right past me to my mom. What the heck?! It’s been 3 months and he runs right past me! Right as he gets to my mom he realizes who I am and runs right back and starts jumping up to give me some kisses. I crouch down and pet him and he is so excited. I missed my buddy.
It was good to be home. My roommate and I went to breakfast and then to my favorite burger place for lunch. Later that night I went to a pizza place with my friend who I’ll hike with from Bend to the Washington border in a couple weeks. I came home a bit early but I learned my friend started brewing beer. I’m not a big beer drinker. I only like dark beers. Stouts are my favorite. My friend brewed an oatmeal stout and called it Wrong Tent Stout! He’s still working on the label. So cool! Can’t wait for a bottle with a label!
As much as it feels good to be home it also feels wrong. I don’t feel like I should be here. Sometimes while going up the stairs to my room or getting into my truck I realize that I’m home and not on the trail. It’s a weird feeling. I definitely plan on getting back on the trail. I have my flight booked for Portland for August 2nd and then a bus down to Bend. I’ll hike the 140 miles to the Bridge of the Gods on the Oregon/Washington border. I’m hoping that my feet and back will be fine so I can continue on to Canada.
I know a lot of you have been following my progress and rooting for me. I partly feel like I’ve let some of you down and it was a very difficult decision to get off trail but in the end I had to do what I felt was right. I’ve never held back on how difficult the trail is. Mentally and physically it is incredibly difficult. As the physical difficulty increases it just adds to the mental toughness. Having to hike alone and going all day without seeing anyone definitely added to the mental strain. In the end having to deal with foot pain and back pain keeping me up at night was too much. The physical and mental strain was too much and I felt a couple week break at home to rest and relax was what I needed.
Although I may be sitting around doing absolutely nothing but eating, sleeping, and Netflixing I will be back in a couple weeks and I’ll continue to make posts.