You’ve heard about it. You’ve seen it discussed in YouTube videos and blogs where people talk about this issue. You never think it’ll bite you in the ass.
I really thought I was doing well with my organisation and quantity of items. It’s been going well the past few months!
Then the day came where I was 6 hours from my train down to Georgia and everything just crumbled.
All the research and endless “what’s in my pack” videos, all the nights I would lay out my gear in my bedroom and wonder if I really needed to bring that item. So much work went into that, and now here I am on my way to Georgia with a stuffed pack.
I’m packing my fears big time, and the trail will teach me how to let go. It’ll be tough at first. I’ll wonder how I can do this, which will then lead to a meditation session where I dive deep within myself and remember that it’s part of the journey.
You don’t get by in life with everything handed to you. You have to learn and evolve. I know my pack will do that greatly as I head North. Once I can dump some winter gear back home that’ll help too.
And I packed WAY too much food. But it’ll dwindle down quick with the way my Italian self eats! Right now I’m at 34-35lbs…
These are the thoughts racing from the train, as I head South towards Amicalola.