My final day on the PCT began inconsequentially, save for the Lyme trifecta of dizziness, tiredness, and nausea I was experiencing. I packed up and hiked down to Rae Lakes, enjoying again the spectacular lakeside trail. Near the Rae Lakes ranger station — where friendly Sam Webster was stationed —
My final foray on the Pacific Crest Trail this year was dramatic, to say the least. After the Lyme relapse that sidelined me, I was feeling well enough that I wanted to get back on the trail by the second week in July. I spent a day bustling around Teresa
Sometimes, I think my PCT hike is supposed to be a lesson in flexibility. Or maybe that’s just Lyme.
Throughout my fight with Lyme disease, I have tried to be patient and calm. After finding that anxiety and depression got me nowhere, I have tried to embrace a Zen attitude about being ill for an indefinite period of time. I have worked to relish the good days and accept the bad days, acknowledge the failures but savor the successes. I don’t feel like doing any of that today…
I didn’t fall off the face of the Earth. I just felt like I had. First of all, this past week was my last spent selling cell phones. After AmeriCorps ended, after I’d hiked New Hampshire’s 4000-footers, and after the tree planting crew I’d been on in Vermont was done