Just under 19 hours until wheels up and my room is still a tip. I’ve successfully left The Green Pub for the third and final time. When going to Europe and America I have assumed the flat my friends and I have shared since 2001 would still be there when I returned. But this time it’s sayonara for good. It’s due to be bulldozed and turned into little shoe-box style apartments. I only wish I could be there for the demolition party.
Now my gear is laid across the floor of my parents’ spare room. I’ve narrowed down what I want for the walk, almost, but I also have two weeks of tourism beforehand and I’m thinking I can take enough clothes that I don’t have to do any laundry, just discard the used items as I go.
And toys, toys, toys! My über-lightweight hiking poles from Gossamer Gear showed up in time, as did the Montrail shoes that Levi helped me with. I raided Living Simply last week and came out with fresh socks and a new sleeping mat. Last year I took a Z-lite and it did the job pretty well. This year I am trying a Thermarest inflatable. To save weight and space I’ve gotten the smallest side available, which will mean using other clothes as a pillow and putting my feet up on my bag at night. It also disrupts my solar panel setup on the top of my bag. I’ll be looking into that one as soon as I’m done writing.
In these last few hours I have so much stuff to do that I can’t get a grasp on it. There are things to cancel, things to buy, things to plan and things to pass on. Getting dad up to speed on how to update this site is a task for this evening. Then backing up all my computer stuff so that when I am done I’ll have a way to reboot (pardon the pun) my life when I’m done with all this camping non-sense. I’ve said goodbye to everyone and sold as much as I can now I need to cram everything else into my bag and start wondering how I learned nothing from those gram-counting weenies I met on the PCT :-)