Day Thirty-Six: A Broken Fiddle

Two cars don’t run us over in the morning, when it’s too cold and we’re too half-asleep to have done much of anything about it anyway. One flashes its lights and hollers a greeting, and we’re forced into consciousness sooner than we’d like.

This is it. The last day. Both Crankster and I can feel it. My entire body’s thrumming, all the pain from yesterday evening forgotten at the prospect of devouring the last twenty miles; it’s slavering for the pain, the pleasure, the sheer unbridled joy that is simply walking, one last time. I’m both anxious to have finished my first thruhike and woefully ill-prepared to face what that means.

Crankster’s up first, all smiles and anticipation.

20150919_080328

That smile’s contagious, and we quickly stow our things and make our way down the forested trail.

 

20150919_095249_Richtone(HDR)

It’s practically all downhill today, a short climb in the middle interrupting what should be one of the easiest day on trail. I can’t imagine coming the other way – literally can’t imagine it; I try, but it’s pushed out of my mind by how smooth, how easy the trail seems, how much stronger I am than I was thirty-five days ago. We’re soaring down the trail, criss-crossing Junction Creek, taking a rest break just before the final crossing.

20150919_104116_Richtone(HDR)

We lay out our things to dry, saying little: we’re both in our heads this morning, both taking it a little differently; me, I’ve reverted to clinical-analysis mode, watching Crank’s reactions to the situation to avoid having to feel my own.

20150919_105054_Richtone(HDR)

Feelings. Of cold. And probably other things.

It’s warm in the sunlight, chilly in the shade, and it’s on again off again on again with the windshirt as the miles fly by. Eventually, we find ourselves cruising up our very last up.

20150919_110957_Richtone(HDR)

And finding friends along the path!

We’re climbing, talking lazily about life after the trail, when we finally finish our last climb.

20150919_124533_Richtone(HDR)

Actually literally all downhill from here.

 

20150919_124540_Richtone(HDR)

 

20150919_130236_Richtone(HDR)

We’re making good time, enough to stop and take lots of pictures, even though it’s not particularly scenic, and get excited when we see signs pointing us towards our final destination.

20150919_142850_Richtone(HDR)

We’re close to the end when the conversation takes a more serious turn; shit gets heated as we talk about millenials, poverty and plenty, back in the day and here in the now. We argue back and forth about education, about the booms and busts in our economy, how who makes it economically isn’t entirely about skill. How our parents raised us. We realize we’re talking loudly when more than one day-hiker openly gapes at us, but while we quiet for a moment, the philosophical conversation always heats right back up. I’m passionate about all of this; I care about what others, particularly others of my generation, think. I like to think we can still make a difference, and how we make that difference matters.

20150919_152755_Richtone(HDR)

20150919_165317

The conversation’s eating up the last of our miles, and I finally put the kibosh on it – I want the hike to end on a high note between Crank and I, and while I’m not offended or mad or anything, it just all seems… too real. It seems appropriate, though – appropriate that I spend my last day talking about what I talk about all the time in the real world. It’s like a warm-up for the days to come.

We stop to marvel at the beauty of even this section of trail. This is a wondrous place, a wondrous thing we’ve done.

20150919_165757_Richtone(HDR)

And then we snake around some trees, and once again, I am unable to keep my shit together.

20150919_170304_Richtone(HDR)

We made it. We walked 484.6 miles, from Denver all the way to Durango. And I’m crying and I’m hugging Crank and taking pictures and generally grinning like– like a thruhiker.

Because in that moment, I am.

20150919_170756

Start: 465.5 •  End: 484.6  •  Day: 19.1
Notable Accomplishments:  Finished the Colorado Trail! •  60 miles in three days •  485 miles in five weeks and a day

7 thoughts on “Day Thirty-Six: A Broken Fiddle

  1. schrauf99 says:

    Love your blog, and I’m glad I found it via Carrot’s referral. I just read through all your CT posts in several days. Your writing is excellent and I enjoy how you add honest emotion to the text.

    So happy you had a good experience overall on the CT.

    Like

    • Brown Girl says:

      Glad you enjoyed! I was worried about having a good experience overall too, to be honest, particularly in the middle. I think it is what you make it in the end, though.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. mamaskatrixx says:

    Glad I found a recommendation at the end of Carrot’s book. I love your honestly and insight. I’m looking forward to following you, as I plan to do the PCT a year after you complete it.
    Did Rainbow grow on you?

    Like

    • Brown Girl says:

      Thanks for stopping by! Glad you liked, and glad you’re getting out on the trail! It’s so hard to wait to hike – your resolve is way stronger than mine. 😉

      As to Rainbow… Not exactly. When NoDay joined up, it ended up mutating to Jam-bow, as my nickname at my summer job had been a homonym. As it was a name I’d used in civilization, I answered to it, but wasn’t quite satisfied with it as a trail name. Trail names can change, though, so we’ll see what happens on the PCT.

      Like

    • Brown Girl says:

      I’m glad you’re enjoying, and glad you’re planning on the PCT! Hopefully this’ll end up with some amusing (and maybe even useful?) things.

      Also I toTALLY FORGOT TO ADDRESS THAT, thank you for reminding me. Shortly after NoDay joined Crankster and I, Rainbow mutated into Jam-bow, which was a homonym of a nickname I’d had when I worked with NoDay. It seemed to fit/stick a little better than Rainbow, but I’ll admit to being a bit disappointed – it was something I’d responded to in the “civilized” world, and it kind of felt normal in a weird kind of way by the end of things. I imagine Crankster and NoDay will always call me Jam-Bow, which is fine, but I’m open to another mutation/different name when I go a’PCTing.

      Like

  3. Rich Baker says:

    Zuul:
    I think we may have crossed paths that same day you finished? I began hiking the CT NOBO 19 Sep 2015 from Durango! It was my longest hike thus far — about 150 miles, exiting at Creede.
    The gorgeous golds of autumn you saw hints of I got to celebrate in spades. So fun reliving through your posts the joys of all those spectacular views.
    And love love love your heartfelt PCT blog and your cameos on The Trail Show. Thank you for sharing this side of your life!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Brown Girl says:

      Oh awesome! I didn’t finish until like 4:30p, so we probably did cross paths at some point that day. (Relatedly, apologies if we put you through that super-intense conversation. 😅)

      Man, that must’ve been a gorgeous hike. Was it super cold at night when you finished? Did you get any snow?

      Thank you for reading, and tolerating my barely-muted awe/panic every time I’m invited on The Trail Show! Hopefully this year’ll bring out some good stories, too.

      Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s