July 25, 2000

Wintturi Shelter, VT 19  Miles Hiked Today 1699 of 2167 Miles Hiked Total

From "the lookout" - first view of the WhitesSo, I'm having a lot of thoughts lately regarding the end of the trail. The end. What a concept. It is still nearly 500 miles away, but is within striking distance, at least mentally.

Until recently, the very idea of finishing or of being so used to this lifestyle that "home" would seem foreign, was remote. Now, though, being done seems a very scary reality. I find myself thinking about things "to-do" or that "need to be done" and wanting to make lists. Then the idea of having a list to complete stresses me. Yuck.

To make matters worse, on Sunday afternoon while Ulcer and I were at the outfitter, he picked up a PC-style bag and waved it at me. "Soon you'll be going to work with one of these!" he laughed. The thought made me sick. Not that I don't like my job, I do, just that its not as liberating and in a beautiful and inspiring location.

The third thing is that when I get back my roommate (and one of my best friends) will be about a week from moving. He is taking a job in Connecticut. I've known him for 16 years and lived with him for eight. He will be sorely missed. Not that I thought the world would stand still while I was gone, but it would have been nice not to lose such a big piece. More lessons learned...

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