The last 24 hours have literally been an overwhelming whirlwind. I threw out the first pitch at the Tulsa Driller's baseball game for the fourth year in a row, then we ran around frantic making sure I have enough food for the first three weeks, toothpaste, soap, all my Eddie Bauer clothes are cleaned, and yet I'm still missing a few items.
Throughout this entire process, dating back to January, David's parents and my cousin have fully supported us and helped at each hurdle. We both COULD NOT have done it without them. The PCT takes a lot of strategy and planning--- I'm more of a fly by the seat of your pants and improvise person. They spent hours researching along with us and are shipping our resupply boxes with food, clothes and toiletries inside.
Today, David handed over the keys to his car and said a temporary goodbye to his cat and house. He said the toughest part was stepping into the airport. "There's always a chance of turning back, but five months of planning came to fruition," he said. "It was hard emotionally. There were no more goodbyes to say."
Our first stop off the plane is to REI to get remaining gear then start hiking. Send us good vibes &/or prayers!