On Your Mark...

After saying goodbye yesterday at the airport, I'm convinced that if decisions to hike the PCT for 5 months were made at airports there would be far fewer hikers showing up at the border!

My parents picked me up late last night. My backpack survived the journey nestled in a cardboard box and surrounded with lots of little stuff that will be used at some point during the hike.

This morning started with a 7+ mile walk with both my mom and dad. My mom taught me the motivational power of gummi bears :) The temperature was in the high 50s and dry. So nice! A little different from the Houston weather this week.

My mom and I went right to work on the first resupply box that needed to be sent to the trail. We had to put a box together for four days of food for my dad and me. It didn't take long to realize the first box I made was too small. It also didn't take me long after my dad brought the full bigger box to the post office to remember we forgot to include toilet paper! That's what rocks and moss are for, right?

My parents have turned a bedroom in their home into PCT Command Central. With such great organization, it didn't take long to pull from the supplies and prepare the resupply box. Mom even has a scale and notes so each package is consistent. My job this week is to spend some quality time with my mom in this room getting started on the remaining 27 resupply boxes.