I was on autopilot today. And now
I’ve decided that I’d like to live the rest of my life
on autopilot.
The spiders were awful. Every
five steps we would come face to face with one of the
stupid little bastards. Even the tree-hugging,
vegetarian, liberal freaks that we are, we couldn’t help
but delight in killing the suckers that caused us so
much misery. But we finally got to Cedar Lake for a
leisurely lunch and it was worth it all. We had a
refreshing swim, lounged in the sun, read our books, and
delighted in the peace and quiet.
After lunch we pushed on to Carry
lean-to. It was on this stretch of trail that I finally
figured it out. I stopped thinking. I turned my brain
off and just walked – one foot in front of the other.
No more spiders, no more fatigue, no more thoughts of
where this trail would eventually lead us. I only saw
the beauty.
At Carry lean-to, my Zen-like
state persisted. In a fit of frustration over
something Dave almost lost his
sleeping bag -- and I couldn’t have cared less. Even my
pathetic attempt at a bear bag couldn’t bring me out of
my reverie. This is how it’s supposed to be.