So, I'm here in Lincoln after coming through about 170 miles of wildness. Spectacular weather helped alot, although the scenery was less impressive than I thought it might be. Perhaps living in the Northwest has made me something of a scenery snob. The Chinese Wall was nice, but having spent time in the Grand Canyon I wasn't super impressed. I was, however, impressed by how destroyed the trail system is. Nothing I've seen, anywhere, can compare to the muck and mire of the horse chewed trails of the Bob. The Scapegoat was grand hiking indeed, but I took something of a thrashing as a storm pounded me up above treeline for about half of the traverse. It was nice to be out in such a remote area and that, in and of itself, was a treat. I'm setting out on pavement for Bozeman to start this big alternate route that I have set up. I'll rejoin the CDT in the Winds, after passing through the greater yellowstone area.
Mentally, this has been the most difficult trip so far. I just haven't been able to focus on the here-and-now and seem to spend most of my time brooding about things back home. The night before I left, my woman dropped a bunch of news on me and that is really weighing on me these days. So, I'm spending far, far too much time pining over things that I can do nothing about, which is really the opposite of what a long distance hiker should be doing. Anyhow, I'm definitely on trail until Jackson, and will then re-evaluate what it is I want to do. Every day seems to be a challenge to keep things together in my head, let alone try to grow out here. Or, perhaps, I'm growing and just don't recognize it as such. I'll have to think about this as I swill beer tonight with the few other hikers in town.
I'm going to take beating coming out of Bozeman, with 165, 210, and 210 mile resupply legs to get me to South Pass City, if I make it that far. I suspect I will, but things might blow up at home and drive me off the trail. My time at the library is almost up and the hikers next to me really stink.
Blister: Fight the power.