Its been more
than a week now since I returned to Santa Cruz. My last night in Bishop
was restful and I hit the ground running the next day. I cruised into
SC about 6 pm on Wednesday. My transition back into city life has been
remarkably effortless; much easier than going the other way.
People have been
asking me what my trip was like for me. Its hard to say
but
how about fun, hard, exhilarating, spacious, grounding, scary, empowering,
painful. I think the most important lesson I learned during this whole
trip was just how important a place attitude has in my experience of
a thing or situation. I mean, switchbacks are switchbacks, right? Youre
either going up or you are going down and the facts about this dont
change. The variable that affects my experience of switchbacks is attitude.
Of course I know
this on a cognitive level. In fact Im most comfortable with cognitive
knowledge. The difference for me on this trip was the constant, in-my-face
physical demands that I had to deal with day in and day out. If I was
going to get somewhere, I had to do so on my own two feet. If I was
thirsty I had to find a safe source of water and then treat it. If I
was tired a the end of the day (and when wasnt I tired at the
end of the day?) I had to locate a site that provided shelter from possible
danger and comfort for sleeping and cooking. These are the demands I
dealt with on a daily basis.
It is what I told
myself about these physical realities that created the joy or frustration
of my experience. Im happy to say that more often than not I was
able to stay aware of my own inner dialogue and was therefore able to
stay positive about each experience. The key was trying to remain flexible.
On those other occasions
when I was tired, cranky, bored or whiney I was able to get back on
track because of you all out there. All of you who supported my adventure,
either financially, emotionally or both helped me keep going when I
really didnt have the get-up-and-go I needed to keep with the
plan. There were plenty of times when I wanted to bail out and go home
to my comfortable little trailer by the sea, but the thought of letting
people down kept me on the trail till I was able to get cheerful again.
For this I thank you from the bottom of my heart and the soles of my
feet. It has meant the world to me.