It's 10:30pm, we start the hike tomorrow and I am wired for sound. I Can't relax.
My pack comes in at 25lbs with 4 liters of water and food. I've weighed everything and have a 12.4 pound base weight, which is heavy for me. I'm rethinking all my gear, even though it's packed. I've used it all a million times before and know it's ok, but I can't shake the feeling that I've forgotten something important so I keep adding shit that I don't need!
Today was supposed to be an easy, errand running day and then Josh got a call from his sister saying his dad had a stroke. He dropped everything and went to the hospital and fortunately, his dad is ok.
I had a long, amazing visit with my uncle that was a real treat. I haven't seen him in a longtime and it was overwhelmingly awesome to see him. I also had a lot of calls and visits from friends wishing me good luck and I am overcome with gratitude for my life and all of the people in it that I love and who love me.
Laying here in the dark, thinking about the next six months, the only thing that keeps popping I my head is the third step prayer:
God, I offer myself to thee, to build with me, and to do with me as thou wilt. Relieve me of the bondage of self, so that I may better do they will. Take away my difficulties, that victory over them may bear witness to those I may help, With thy power, thy love, and thy way of life, may I do thy will always.
Ok, God. I'll pedal and you steer. Let's do this!
Tomorrow, we hike.