Narrative from the video:
No two journeys are the same.
The moments that define a journey often blossom unexpectedly.
These temporal blossoms unveil unique experiences and teach distinct
lessons. These are the lessons I learned while hiking from Denver to
Durango on The Colorado Trail.
Every day is a new adventure; each day a new breath of crisp air, a
new view, a new struggle, a new lesson. Unpredictably, the Trail unfolds
before my feet. The hope of Durango leads me through the next mile,
through storms and snowbanks. I remain steadfast in my goal, yet
focused on the beauty of the moment.
Packing light is a choice. I packed no phone, GPS, music player, or
tablet. I minimized pack weight, but more importantly I left behind
distractions of modern life. The clutter of life is more than extra
ounces in a pack, it burdens the soul, hinders creativity, and limits our
potential.
Life on the Trail is simple. I wake up when the early morning light
illuminates my tent. I pack up my belongings, eat, and make miles. I
filter water at creek crossings, eat, and make miles. When the sun drops
low I unpack, eat and study my maps for tomorrow’s journey. The Trail
reveals clarity. Each day I progress toward a defined goal.
We are made to move. No great story is told of stationary individuals.
Stories are journeys and journeys are stories. Life is defined by
movement; once we stop, life will pass us by.
At times the Trail wanders through wooded valleys with views
limited by the density of the trees and the curvature of the Trail. In the
woods the big picture is obscured. Yet at times the Trail traverses alpine
ridges with limitless views. Behind me the horizon sits saturated with
memories and the horizon ahead foreshadows adventures and obstacles
to come.
The Trail teaches patience. With the threat of dry creeks, forest
fires, and detours, I keep my head up and my eyes fixed on the western
horizon. Dwelling on circumstances beyond my control will not get me
any closer to Durango.
My muscles become fatigued after steep climbs and long days, but
it’s the psychological climbs that make or break a thru-hike. The mental
challenges characterize the journey. With each challenge the Trail
refines weakness into strength, uncertainty into confidence, discomfort
into satisfaction.
Even though I’m solo on the CT, in the end it’s all about the people.
The people who thru-hike the same narrow tread, the people I briefly
interact with, the people I think about while hiking each mile, and the
people I share my stories with.
What once was an ambitious dream materialized like wildflowers for
a brief season that then faded into mere memories. Over time, I will
slowly lose vivid details of the adventure, but the lessons I’ve learn will
remain. Committing to the trail and all of the unknowns is risky, but
the rewards are as vast as the mountainous landscape through which the
trail traverses.
Mile by mile, moment by moment, Colorado whispers truth in
the thin breeze, defines extravagance with the hillsides, and beckons
timeless adventures. Colorado is forever.