(I can’t imagine anyone is out there still reading this, but I just realized this was never posted, my last day of hiking. But here it is.)
It’s hard to believe it has been 12 days. 180+ miles. Several rain storms. Snow. Cold numbing days and warm nights sitting with new best friends to solve the world’s problems.
But so be it.
Ten minutes later, I was standing in the North Sea.
The bus to Montorse and check in was a few blocks away, it turned out. 40 minutes later I was standing in Mission Control getting my certificate, pictured with Ali, one of the directors of TGOC.
It was more than enough but somehow I thought in the back of my head, I might come out of this with a new perspective on life. A reboot. A passing Go and collecting $200. Lord knows I could use it. I have my share of life’s baggage. Business is less than it use to be. And I fear I am in need of new direction.
I imagine we all would like to think of ourselves as old souls. Several dozen times around the dharma cycle, picking up knowledge, wisdom and recipes along the way. I used to think that. But I know I am a new soul. Fresh off the factory line. In my most recent past life I must have been a salamander, a newt or a television game show host. I’m wet behind the ears and ready to buy that Brooklyn Bridge for the right price. And buy it I will.
As long as I own the hiking right of way.