June 15, 2017
Total Miles: 1072
I have spent the last few days pondering my reaction about D.C.
Let me preface these thoughts with the fact that I really did have a blast in D.C. It was such a rich experience seeing the monuments and museums. It was unbelieveable…Just incredible.
I think the hardest part for me to swallow was coming into this city from the trail where I am living minimal. Absolutely minimal. To this city where there are people driving fancy cars, wearing gaudy clothes, holding shopping bags filled with…stuff.
All this stuff.
What does it mean… how is it benefiting their lives, does it make them happier?
Everything in my pack I need. Okay, Okay, I have a few luxury items such as my nook and night guard.
But other than that, I have the bare minimal. I wear the same shirt and shorts everyday to hike in, I own two pairs of socks, and I am happy.
I smell bad and haven’t showered in a week, I own one sports bra, and I am really happy.
My armpit hair and leg hair border outrageousness, I own one pair of hiking shoes that are coming apart and I am extremely happy.
I dont need anything else, I don’t need to look a certain way or act a certain way.
I have a huge smile on my face because I have realized that none of that outside fluff matters. At all.
What is even more irritating is seeing this wealthy person of fluff stand right next to a homeless person sitting on the ground.
Wanting food, shelter, water, anything.
This incredible gap between the two, is mind boggling. How is there such a big division?
It is intriguing to me how much the gap bothers me. yeah, I have always wanted to “help” but havent really done much. But this time. It struck a cord in a different way. It infuriated me.
Planner said later to me.. “I dont know if we should go to New York City.. it is way worse.”
No. We have to. I need to see it. Being angry can invoke change. If this is something that can fuel me. If this is something that my passion turns to. Then lets do it. Let me see it. And lets do something.
Slept great and woke up around 6 or so. Spent the morning typing a blog and getting ready for the day. Coffee and writing… Best mornings.
The terrain wasn’t bad except for the occasional rock patch.
Around noon I made it to High rock.
A couple hours later we made it to Pen Mar country park.
This park used to be a big amusement park back in the day. They had a little museum showing pictures of what it looked like.
Now it is just a park with swings, playgrounds, picnic tables. A really beautiful spot. I was wishing the carousel was still there. Man how I sometimes wish I was born in the 50s.
Alex got there before us and was craving a pizza. ( we were told we could order pizza and they would deliver to this park)
Planner and I noticed the swings… Can we go swing? Yup. We both professed our love of swinging. We couldn’t wait.
We all became kids.
Swinging..(or for Planner.. She was flying…)
playing on the jungle gym…
playing on these things which I dono what they are called…
We laughed like it was no bodies business. Laughter was pouring from us. It was contagious, it was joyous, I was a kid and I was loving every minute of it.
I mean how can you not laugh… Planner was getting wild…look how low she goes!
I wanted to shout.. Where is the big kids playground???
But we popped off and I looked at him and pointed back and said…
“That is a good spring sir.”
We are in Pennyslavania now!
We stayed up kind of late and were outrageously loud laughing at all the pictures we took during the day.
I was in tears.
Laughter makes the world go round.
Today we woke up to no rain that was forcasted. That will always make me happy.
We only had one view today to check out and since it was still an overcast it was alright. The rocks were pretty cool though. I enjoyed climbing them like a moneky.
I tried to do the “washer machine” with planner but she didn’t know what it was.. Neither did Alex. Was this just a Gardner, Ks thing?!
Yeah I felt like I had the ice gel pack all over my body. I was feeling so good And refreshed. We made the right decision. no doubt.
We hiked 9 more miles to our camp site.
Iz and Oz