So a miracle happened and the house got all packed up. It took a hell of a lot longer than I anticipated, but it is what it is right? I don’t want to do that ever again.
I said goodbye to everything in Washington and was on my way. Considering my plan is to hike from Mexico to Canada, I feel ridiculous for saying this: that was a brutal drive. It just didn’t end. All told it was something around 25 hours? It totally wiped me out. But I finally made it to El Cajon. This place is an odd mix of uncomfortable yet nice, I don’t know what it is about it. But yeah, cool place that I can’t wait to get out of.
I ran out and purchased food for my first stretch, ran back to my hotel and piled up my gear all over the place. I think I spent about an hour trying to find the perfect way to pack my bag, but ultimately just resigned to throwing things where they fit best. Then I tackled my water…
WATER IS HEAVY. WHY IS IT HEAVY? I did all kinds of training hikes and such with varying weights, but for some reason I was just absolutely flattened by the weight this time. I’m sure my lack of sleep isn’t helping.
So yeah, I’m going to go to bed. I’m going to try (with probable futility) to start my hike early in the morning. I wish I had something insightful to say but I’m exhausted, I’ll settle for this: time to hike!