In my restless and excited state last night I laid in bed with every inspirational/psyche up/motivaitonal quote I ever read to students on Outward Bound whirling through my head. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step... The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and conveinece but where he stands in moments of challenge and controversy... There's more in you than you know... A mind stretched by a new experience can never go back to it's old dimensions... Even quotes that are entirely unrelated appear. Everyone laughs in the same language...Whaaaa? Where did that one come from? Anyway, my mind has also been racing with songs about walking. Particularly James Taylor's Walking Man. (Press play for the whole affect.)
So today is the day that we head toward San Diego and then over to the Lake Morena campground for the Kick Off festival. I suppose my mind has fallen back on all of these quotes because otherwise it doesn't know where to go. How to wrap around the fact that TOMORROW we start hiking the Pacific Crest Trail. That for the last 6 years I've thought about thru-hiking. For the last year it's come together. And for the last two months it's utilized most of our brain power. And here it is. Tomorrow. I look at Trav. And I realize that he's hiking the whole thing with me. And it's perfect. I look at him and my mind races again about all the things that he will learn. That we will learn and see and do. And we're ready. There's nothing left for us to do but walk. To take it in. To keep our eyes open. Laozi's quote is great and all, but I just keep thinking... our journey isn't a thousand miles. It's two thousand six hundred and sixty three miles. Then my brain sort of short circuits and James Taylor chimes back in melodically. I smile. Trav smiles back. It's time to let our minds quit wandering and let our feet do the work.
Quotes by Laozi, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr, Kurt Hahn, and Oliver Wendell Holmes...and just a good old proverb.