Reflections on my five days of camping and hiking down the California coast in April of 2022. (Mostly a post for my future self, but feel free to read)
This post is more for my future self than anything. (Since I don’t have a printer and can’t embed maps in my journal). But if y’all want a visual for where I’ve been since November of 2018, here it be.
There’s something deeply comforting about all of one’s stuff having its place. About knowing where to find a thing when you want to reach for it.
I spent the day yesterday hiking around Barro Colorado — the Smithsonian Institute’s research island in the middle of the Panama Canal. This was my first rain forest experience, and I’m both glad I went and much more aware of how totally un-equipped I am for tropical living.
I’m writing this from a hammock on the front porch of a beach house off the Pacific coast of Panama… Ten days ago, I was relaxing on a very different front porch in La Crosse, Wisconsin and had no idea that I’d be here.
Today, day 192 on the road, it was time to stop. To sit still for a while, and breathe, and reconnect with myself.