Night 17/25
I started reading the book Wild on the flight to Fairbanks and I really really like it. I feel like she knows parts of me. Some of them are the hiking parts. Some of them are other parts. Her and I had some experiences in our childhood that are similar. Things that kids are not supposed to experience. Things people are not supposed to experience. And then her observations about backpacking are fun. Not always, but sometimes. Because all the things you go through when you are backpacking are not fun. It is sometimes about that, but not always. And that's why we go out there.
"He wasn't tougher than me. No one was, I told myself without believing it. I made it the mantra of those days; when I paused before yet another series of switchbacks or skidded down knee-jarring slopes, when patches of flesh peeled off my feet along with my socks, when I lay alone and lonely in my tent at night I asked, often out loud:
Who is tougher than me?"
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