Free Pie in Julian

This blog is almost the most difficult to type so far, because there is so much I want to share, say, and describe to you. First, yes -- this trail hurts. Everyone hurts. My feet hurt. Carrying a pack with water and food, weighing around 40lbs total (20lb base weight), up hills, down hills, in the sun, on hot, sharp, uneven desert rocks hurts. Bad.

That being said, it has been so worth it. The people I've met are absolutely amazing, and the views are unbelievable.

Right now, I am sitting in Julian where me and a few others decided to take a rest day. We all slept outside last night under a bridge, laughing until we all passed out. Cowboy camping is not as scary as I thought. I crave beer, a giant swimming pool, my mattress, and my friends. I wish I could steal some friends and family so they could see some of the incredible views... Although, the pain is real. I have 3 beautiful blisters, and have ditched so many things in my pack to lighten my load. I'm even debating getting a lighter tent!

So many people I want to thank:

Lindsey, my sister: you're amazing for helping so much with my resupply packages! I love you!

Brandon: your thoughts and support are felt all the way over here -- thank you!

Charity and Sandor: my first trail Angels!! They met me at Mount Laguna and gave me soooooo many amazing laughs, seasoned French fries, and a delicious IPA!! Thank you so much!!!

Adina: you dropped off my box, but first loaded some sweets, including pixie sticks!!! Seriously, it's been a great friend-getter during lunch ;)

All my friends at home: I have gotten some beautiful notes of encouragement online, and the gear you all helped me get. I wouldn't be so prepared without you.

Things are absolutely beautiful out here. The rocks glow, the flowers sparkle. The sky looks larger than I've ever noticed. I have seen 3 shooting stars, a rattle snake, tons of ants, trail magic from random day hikers (who shared chips, eggs, and fresh veggies). The people are beautiful and come from all areas and jobs. The youngest person I met so far was 18, the oldest 78. It's amazing. The crew of people I have been hanging with the past few days are family for life. We have shared so much personal information, and have seen each other in our worst possible state. We share the pain as much as we are sharing the trail.

I'll write more while on trail. Until then, xoxo.