The last days out there on the trail I have tried to enjoy every minute. To absorb everything. The silence in the morning. The river running calmly towards the waterfall. The birdsong. The small fish swimming in the clear water. The bluegreen water in the lakes. The smell of the trees and flowers. The surface of the trail; rocky, sandy, dusty or wet. A deer grazing. A quiet river running through an endless green meadow. The blue sky. The mountain tops surrounding us. I hope to come back. Yet I don't know when. The trail is so familiar. I know it. I know how to walk it. How to live there. A little boy looked at me with stars in his eyes and asked me if I was a professional hiker. Maybe that is true. My first and only title! And I am proud of it. And most of all thankful. For the trail that has taught me so much. For the people I have met. For nature that has taught me patience. To be still within. To listen. To have an open heart. Goodbye for now. We will return.
And now San Francisco!