9 Days

Well, 9 days until the big journey.  My friend said to me “wow, this has really gone by quickly.”  False, not for me.  I feel like a chained up pit-bull who sees a piece of steak just outside of its reach.  Every day is just dragging.

Friday was my last day at work.  Kind of sad.  I’m going to miss my team at COAF.  I really enjoyed working there and I got along with everyone in my department.  I was sad to see them go but this walk is just bigger than working right now.  My guess is that 99% of all people don’t understand this concept but that a small 1% does. It is kind of scary knowing I don’t have another paycheck coming my way but I have a faith that God will take care of me in one way or another.  There might be some hungry days ahead but I’m ok with that.  Nothing will take my faith away. 

I got to meet The Fugitive today.  That’s Dave’s trail name from when he thru hiked the AT in 1997.  He was a great source of information regarding the trail.  I explained to him my fears and my perceptions and he gave me advice.  I think the best advice he gave me was to not focus on getting to Maine everyday but focus on that particular day’s goal.  It’s easy to lose focus when you’ve walked 100 miles but it only shows that you’ve walked an inch on a map.  My goal will not to be thinking of Maine but thinking of what that day’s journey will bring me. 

I snapped a few pictures of my gear spread out.  I’ll post them up here.  This is minus a few items such as some toiletries and all my food.  It’s too early to buy food especially when I have to drive to MD from TX on Friday. 

“For nothing is impossible with God.” –Luke 1:37

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