In eight days, at the northern terminus of the Pacific Crest Trail, I will touch the Canadian border, take a deep breathe, and start hiking South. My goal…the Mexican border…a mere 2,650 miles. Three states, three hundred thousand vertical feet, countless vistas, and a long stretch of desert lie in between.

Why? That’s a good question, but one that is hard to answer.

Each long distance hiker responds different. Most joke about it…”cause I can”, “nothing better to do”, “because it’s here”…with just a few giving heartfelt responses. Many times those answers revolve around major life events, a change in ones life path, recovery, or a sense of wanting to find ones self.

For me? I love the focus, drive, determination, and exertion needed to push to the finish. The feeling of an epic adventure. To be outside with only my wits and limited gear. The solitude of nature and the chance to quiet my mind. Hiking is what I enjoy, and strangely enough, I find comfort in the woods.

But none of this is without risk and sacrifice! For myself or for my family.

It’s not easy…physically, emotionally, or spiritually.

It may be hard for you to understand.

That’s okay!

It’s entirely about me.