 | I made it past 600 miles in one month and one week. The mountain forces life lessons upon me each day. In the real world, you can choose to run away from these lessons if they get too painful or uneasy. Here you can't. You learn lessons quickly or you crumble. The first time I actually got lost on the Pacific Crest Trail was May 10 at 8:30 a.m.. I walked straight past the carved out dirt, as it curved around a switchback, that I didn't see out of my peripheral vision. I ended up at a 90 degree angle on the side of the San Gabriel Mountain near Wrightwood, California. I thought, "the trail isn't usually this step nor uncarved." Thankfully, this mistake only lasted a second. I backtracked and got back on-track as I continued to climb up to the summit of Baden Powell. |
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