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Get a job!

I know! I know! I'm not turning out to be a very prolific blogger. Mea culpa!

I'm not feeling like my life is very interesting at the moment. Retirement is about filling your days. The fun is that you can do anything you want. The challenge is you can put off to tomorrow what you don't get done today. And time just seems to fill, easily. I usually like having only one thing planned for a day. One appointment. And it seems like that day is filled up. And the appointment may only last 30 - 60 minutes. But there's getting ready for the appointmentt. And driving to the appointment. And driving home from the appointment. And since I'm out of the house, I'll run an errand or two. Whew! Hours have passed. Busy day!

And I have massage appointments and cold laser appointments and attorney appointments and financial planner appointments. Gotta get my affairs in order before heading out on the trail for another 6 months. So what does my financial planner tell me: Get a job! You've got to be kidding, right? I'm retired! Retired people don't work. They play. I'm playing. I've finally adjusted to the idea that I have no purpose on this earth. That mine is just to exist. (And not spend any money doing it.) So is she serious? She can't be. Who would hire me at this age? I'm 60 for crying out loud! (And I do, whenever I think about how old I am!) Washed up! Over the hill! And besides, I wouldn't want to take the job from a younger person who needs is during these difficult times. Oh, I need it? But I can't. I'm retired. I can't even imagine having to be some place on a regular basis. Talk about tying me down. Then I wouldn't be able to just up and fly to Florida to visit my daughter. Or go west to hike the Pacific Crest Trail. Or volunteer at Shalom Mountain. Or dream about biking around the world. Or help daughter #2 open her coffee shop in St. Augustine. Or...or...or... (you fill in the blanks.)

So...the challenge is: how do I start earning an income but not leave retirement? Hmmm? I'll have to think about that one. Guess I could do that while I'm hiking for 2,650 miles. I have nothing else to think about all that time. Out of the box. Something creative, inspiring, easy, flexible, portable that generates cash flow.

But for now, I'll think about hiking in 100 degree heat with no water; hiking across glaciers and glacial streams; hiking through millions of mosquitos; hiking in a magnificent mountain range; hiking with new friends; sleeping out under the stars on a mountain top night after night; eating everything in sight and still losing weight; being dirty, grubby, smelly and loving every minute; being exhausted, in pain, bored, and beat but not wanting to quit; yea! I'll think about hiking the PCT.

Get a job? Not in the near future because I have other plans. Life's too short to not live every minute as if it's your last. And I have things to do, places to go, and people to meet. I don't have time to get a job. Have to figure out what Plan B is, that's for sure!

What the hell am I up to? That's a good question

Ya know, sometimes I forget that I even have this blog out there. Can you believe it's 12:30 in the morning and I have been on the internet since about 7 pm researching gear. Yup, tents mostly, for this upcoming hike of the Pacific Crest Trail. Somedays I wonder if I'm crazy. What am I signing up for. Can my feet do another 5 month hike? (I started to type 6, but then remembered that I have to finish this thing in about 5 months. It's close to 500 miles longer than the AT and that took me nearly 7 months if I deduct the 2 weeks off trail for Avery's wedding...so 500 miles longer and almost 2 months less that I have to do it given the weather window. That makes for some long hiking days, my friend.) Better question might be, can my knee? There are days it hurts walking. But back to late night and gear searching. I angst over gear. Did it before the AT too. But I think it paid off. I was pretty happy with my choices. The only thing I traded out was the hammock for the SMD Lunar tent. And I loved my tent. So why am I tent shopping? Good question! Because I'm afraid this tent may be too hard to pitch on that rocky trail. It must be staked all around or it falls down. So I've been looking at free-standing tents: Big Sky Mirage and Evolution 1P, and Henry Shires Rainbow Tarptent.

And I need a warmer sleeping bag: WM Ultralite, FF Egret, or Montbell UL SS #2. How cold does it get out there? Too light a bag and I'll be chilly like my current bag is, but too warm and I'll be having night sweats all the time. See how much fun it is to be me?

And then there's the pack question. Mine needs some repairs: buckles are warn and sliding, pockets have been chewed by mice, it looks really baggy and big and messy. Can I get something smaller? There were times mine was filled to the brim, like the 100 mile wilderness in Maine. Can I really reduce my volume and weight? What will I be doing differently? Not leaving my pillow home, that's for sure! I think I should get it repaired either way. It's a good pack: ULA Catalyst.

How cold does it get? I ask again. Do I need warmer clothes? Will my down sweater and fleece be sufficient to keep me warm? So many questions. Am I over analyzing? What about water filtering. I liked my gravity filter, but it's heavier than doing drops. But don't drops spoil the wonderful taste of the wild water? I don't want to do that.

So can you see that I'm just all over the place with crazy thoughts trying to figure out this hike and what needs to change, what can stay the same, what do I need to do to be successful, does it matter if I finish?

Ok, I'm tired. And I'm rambling.

I must say I do love the fact that I have some friends that want to hike with me! Yippeee! One's on board: Bonnie Carolyn, a woman from Florida that I've never met but who hiked the AT the same year I did...and Bluebearee, the ridge runner from Abol Bridge, Maine that I met when I got there...she's still undecided, but I have my fingers crossed she'll come. What ever happens, it will be the best PCT thru-hike EVER! New friends, new views, new experiences, new challenges. AIN'T LIFE FABULOUS?????

So that's what's on my mind these days while I'm running between my house and Shalom Mountain 4 hours away every couple of weeks. There's things I love about both places so I'm dividing myself. Long weekends home then back to the mountain for a couple of weeks. It sorta works and keeps me occupied for now. And helps me to spend time with all the new friends in my life and keep up with the old ones too.

Step Lightly,

Nightie Nite!

Bag Lady

Summit Anniversary #2!!!!!

I decided that the acknowledgement of my 2nd Summit Anniversary needed it's own post. That's a day I won't easily forget. It was a Wednesday. I had gotten to Katahdin Steam Campground the Friday before and would normally have summited on Saturday with my "croo" but because my partner, Dennis, and my daughter, Dana, were coming up to summit with me, I decided to meet them in town on Friday night, hang low on Saturday, camp out at the campground Saturday night, and summit on Sunday. Good plan. Didn't happen. It rained Saturday night in the lowlands and snowed and iced on Katahdin. Class IV. Mountain closed.

Monday, still Class IV, can't climb. And now the campground is closing and we have to move to Millinocket, the closest town. Get a room at the motel.

Tuesday, Mtn closed. It was a beautiful sunny warm day so we go for a hike. By now the town is filling up with hikers. More coming in every day. All waiting to summit. Some I knew, most I didn't...because they were behind me. They knew of me. Had read my entries in the shelter registers. We start hassling the rangers that we need to finish. There's been no place else on the whole trail that they've said whether or not we could hike it, why here? We're going on Wednesday whether they officially open the mountain or not. By this time, 25 hikers have collected and are chomping at the bit. We ready! We've hiked 2,170 miles to get here and we want to finish.

Wednesday dawns...no that's right, we're up before dawn. We have to get to the gate to Baxter State Park by 6 a.m. so that we can get into the park. They only

let a limited number of cars in and we don't want to be shut out. Nutella, Sir Privy Winks, and Luna are getting a ride out with us. These are hikers I met during my hike and I'm excited to be summiting with them. Bluebearee, a ridge runner, and the ranger are there at the campground to

greet us. And off we go!

The first mile or so are a slow climb in the woods, past a waterfall, over some boulders. Then the boulders become more prominent and larger. And larger! And pretty soon we're having to really scramble our way up, sometimes grabbing metal bars in the rock to hoist ourselves up...and

up...and up.

All along a rocky ridge line. And then we hit the tableland which flattens out. The ice is covering most everything. It's beautiful! It's winter again. I started in the winter in Georgia and I'm finishing in the winter in Maine.

INCREDIBLE!

And up and up and up. A hard climb for Dana and Dennis, as I can only imagine. (I had had 7 months of conditioning.) And then I see the "sign". The thing I walked 2,175 miles to touch. Dana was hiking in front of me. Dennis was behind trying to video and hike...(not an easy thing to do). And Dana stepped aside and said, "The moment is yours, Bag Lady!"

And on I pushed, up and up.

And then I was there!

At that old, faded maroon saw-horse shaped sign that has printed in washed-out white letters, " Katahdin, Northern terminus of the Appalachian Trail, a mountain footpath extending from Georgia to Maine."

And the emotions are unlike anything I've ever known. Intense happiness, joy, tears, sobbing, disbelief, wonderment, undefined.

I did it! I said I would!

Step Lightly,

Bag Lady

What am I up to?

What am I up to? Are you ever going to keep up your blog? Ok! Ok! I get the message. Somebody is really reading this and cares to know what I'm doing. Where do I begin? Guess I should go back and see where I left off...................

Ah, yes, just home from the AT adventure. I remember. Well, I went to the Work Weekend at Shalom Mountain over Labor Day and had a blast. Like a family reunion! And since my family doesn't have reunions, this was quite a treat! I love having lots of people around and Shalomers are the best: people who love to hug and listen and care. And while I was t

here, it became evident to me what the next thing I had to do was: volunteer...at the Mountain...and live there for a few months. Can I do this? Just up and move here? They need me. The office assistant was leaving the end of September and the person who was going to pick up the responsibilities was sick, and I have the smarts and the skills and the time and the desire, so what the hey. Ok. I'll come. Besides, it will be a chance to experience living in an intentional community, something that I've wanted to try. And I love this place. And I love the people. So I told them I'd go home and pack and be back in a week.

But I have appts back home. Ailments. Old age? I don't know. Ever since June I've had this ache in my shoulder, chest, and neck. Started out slight, changing, moving, glowing kind of pain. Had it massaged at Shalom and again when I got home. Nothing. Forget about it. Nope...not going away. Better see my man, Brett...the Muscle Maintenance guru. He can fix anything. And that's who my appt was with. So I moved to Shalom September 14th and drove back to Rochester for one night the following week.

And I also have plans to fly to San Diego to visit my # 1 daughter and her hubby, and attend the sister-in-law's wedding. That was the the first 2 weeks of October. Can we work around appts and trips? I'll just learn the workings of the office in September, then take off for 3 weeks in October. Am I crazy? Well, yes I am, but what's that got to do with anything?

So that's what I did: moved to Shalom Sept 14, home for a quick visit Sept 22, home again Sept 29, flew to SD Oct 1, flew home Oct 13...and I'm heading back to Shalom next Monday the 19th. Whew...even I'm exhausting myself!!!

And add to all that, I've had a boarder staying at my house for the last month. A young guy from Shalom, Govinda, moved in while he was investigating living in Rochester. I loved having him here taking care of the place (and what a fine job he did!), but he's decided to move back home and leaves today. Sob...sob...I'll miss him.

Also a dear friend from Florida, Kim, up visiting her daughter, stayed here. It's getting to be like a hostel. She arrived before I got home from SD and is leaving after I go back to Shalom. I love all the activity here. Maybe I can open as a hostel for people passing through Rochester. But I guess I need to be home more to do that.

So back to Shalom for a couple of months, although I do have some weekends planned to be back here. Can't stay away forever, I miss the place. And besides, now with Govinda going I don't really have anyone to collect the mail and water the plants. I've over used my friends, I think, so I'll just see if they (the plants) can go for a stretch until I can get back here. It will be cold so they shouldn't dry out as much, right?

Step Lightly,

Bag Lady

p.s. the pigs are at Shalom...one is ours but we call them all Kevin...

What Now

I'm home from my 3 weeks on the Appalachian Trail. I found it impossible to keep up my blog from the trail because of poor service. Ya know, I got this darn iPhone so I could keep up my blog, check emails, use the GPS instead of carrying maps. But the thing works best from my kitchen! I don't need those services there. I can use my beautiful MacBook Pro there. I need it when I'm traveling. But AT&T coverage is terribly lacking, even in well populated areas like Massachusetts. Go figure! So I try my best.

Coming home is always an adjustment. I cry when I pull in the driveway. It's lonely at home. Nobody there. I have great friends, both here and out there. But that doesn't stop the loneliness of living alone. The contradiction to this loneliness is the freedom that I do enjoy. I'm free to do anything I want, any time I want. Who wouldn't want that? But couldn't I have that and a partner too?

Speaking of partners, I tried dating last week. OMG! Do I have to go through this once again? I've been dating for 30 years, seems like. You'd think I have it down. I just hate the getting to know you stage while you're trying to figure out if someone is just extremely interesting (that would be a good thing) or WEIRD (that would be a bad thing). It's a fine line. Kinda like hiker or homeless. But I found that when it comes to WEIRD, I have to listen to my gut...and my gut said WEIRD, so I canceled the 2nd date we had scheduled. I did it in a very nice, polite email. And you know what he wrote back? WHATEVER Now that tells me I got it right. He was WEIRD.

So I stay busy. Never been a problem for me. I can waste time better than anyone I know. I'm never bored, but neither am I productive. I'm just busy. Let's see, what have I done today? (Have I mentioned I have no memory?) I managed to sleep until 10 am. That's a good way to shorten the day. Just keep going back to sleep. It's quite fun. Then, I checked my Have-A-Heart trap and yes, I caught a woodchuck. Ok, so I moved him out of the neighborhood. Then I made coffee and breakfast (fruit, yogurt, raw oatmeal...my fav). Since then I've puttered: online, checking apts in St. Augustine (I'll tell ya later.), reading Facebook, made a To Do list, went upstairs to start filing months worth of STUFF, found a map of St. Augustine and mailed it to older daughter (cause she and hubby are going there this fall), got mail, saw unusual charge on phone bill, called and complained (it was some sort of scam where someone saying they were me signed up for 247MP3.com membership using my phone number - I was on the AT when this occurred and not near a phone - CHECK YOUR BILLS!); then I set up autopay for a credit card (steps req'd to life on the road - all bills paid automatically), then I went back to filing - after snacking, of course, and then I remembered I wanted to update my blog. So here I am!

While I was filing, I came across some notes I had written over a year ago while dealing with the breakup with Dennis and trying to figure out my life. I thought I'd write them here:

What am I free to do now?

Start now and make a brand new ending.

Just see the next step - not the whole path.

The gift of dead ends is that there is nowhere else to go but somewhere else.

The blessing of not having a map is that you are forced to go places you would not go if your path were predetermined and well-marked.

You still have your passion!

No matter what the outcome of our connections with another person, when love enters our life, it never leaves without transforming us to the very depth of our being. We may lose the relationship, but we never lose the love.

Look for the daffodil - something is always blooming in cold, dark times.

Find ways to share your love, your caring, and your wisdom. Someone needs what you know.

There is nowhere to go but more deeply in to the here and now.

So out of the pain of that time, I found some deep wisdom. Don't know what to do with all that but I thought it was pretty profound.

I'm still wandering around in the dark. I had thought about driving to San Diego this fall as I have a wedding to attend there the first weekend of October. But I felt unwilling to commit to that plan, so I left it open. I've decided not to drive out, but to fly. Think I'll rent a car out there and toodle around, not sure where yet. I have to wait for things to come to me. Sedona and Santa Fe are in the back of my mind.

Then there's St. Augustine. My daughter, Dana, is a professionally trained pastry chef who has helped Luli's Cupcakes develop a wedding cupcake line. But she's so talented and driven, that it's time she started her own business. And I think the time has come for me to move down there for the winter and help her get The Classic Cakery off the ground. What else have I got to do and we have such fun together! She's doing wedding cakes now but she needs a professional kitchen so she can advertise and really get this business going. So I'm looking to rent a small, but cute place there for the winter and play in the sun. See how plans drop into my lap. That's why I always stay flexible and uncommitted until the thing that really excites arrives.

And I'm still playing with the idea of biking Australia next year. Looking for a trike right now because they are soooooo comfortable! I'm tired of being in pain for 8 hours a day biking.

So that's some of What Now. Stay flexible. Don't commit.

Hugs to all, Bag Lady