Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.
While hiking non-stop these past four days, I’ve realized there is a distinct rhythm to a wilderness walk. The first thing I noticed was my feet: Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch… Then comes the hiking poles on every other crunch. Add in the chirp of a bird, every few minutes and the whistle of a marmot… And it seems like I’m playing a game of stomp with nature. Today, on our last leg of the hike, my pack added in the clunk, clank of my cooking set to the mix every time my pack swayed from left to right.
It’s amazing how this rhythm keeps one motivated to keep chugging along on the trail. Today, however, my little stomp game with nature was not enough. I caved in and decided I’d let my iPod give me its own motivating beat to keep me hauling up the mountain. It worked! I’m now at the top of Cottonwood pass with a four mike decent to our trucks, and an hour’s drive to our hotel and food in Bishop!
I feel bad that I caved in and used technology to aid my wobbly knees and blistered feet up the mountain. But hey, I would be fooling myself to think that I wasn’t only a few miles away from civilization anyway. This blog posted at 11,160 feet proves that point quite well. 🙂