This past summer my brother J, my dad, and I decided to hike a portion of the John Muir Trail in Yosemite National Park. We had to restrict it to 60 miles due to the Ferguson Wildfire, my fathers diabetic crash, and my need to drive back to Oklahoma to report in for work. Now 2 weeks in the wilderness may not be everyone’s cup of tea but I loved it. Highlights include:
- Quality time with my dad and brother
- Avoiding my political campaign for 2 weeks.
- Learning how to effectively poop in the woods.
- Finding out how incredibly kind strangers on the trail can be.
- Unplugging and focusing on the moment at hand.
- Seeing some of the most beautiful landscapes [Looking at you Garnet Lake].
- Swimming in a freezing glacial lake.
- Falling off a small waterfall, landing upside down with my arm pinned and getting waterboarded.
- Running a few days behind and as a result running low on food towards the end.
- Looking like Willie Nelson due to the braid situation.
My dad and I are discussing finishing the 100+ miles left of the JMT [from Agnew Meadows to Mt. Whitney and from Tuolumne Meadows to Happy Isles]. Our respective spouses think we are insane, but I’m pretty certain we can make it work. I just need Bride of Frankenfoot to heal up so I can get back out there.
I am so unbelievably grateful for my Actemra and other RA/RD medications. If you’d told me this was possible 5 years ago I would’ve thought you were taunting me. Don’t mistake this gratitude for inspiration porn [when everyone gets the warm fuzzies because ‘look at that sick/handicapped person go!]. I am simply grateful for the medical advances I have seen over the course of my illness and hopeful for what is yet to come.
So keep an eye out for me on the trail, see Y’all out there.