notes from Ian

Day 175

It's hard to capture the feel of finishing a 6 month journey through four seasons, 2,700 miles, and unpredictable circumstances. Our life has been very simple, but also dangerous -- and today that flips. Life becomes filled with things to do, places to be, and responsibilities, and becomes tame and safe. Am I happy? Absolutely. My body and mind are ready for the change, but my heart knows that soon the call of the wild will be upon me once more.

On the Appalachian trail, Andy and I realized life needs to have the discomfort to be balanced. Now that the weather has turned, and the balance of comfort and discomfort has tipped, it's only fitting that it's time to go. It is hard to fully understand and convey the importance of this journey as I sit here on a greyhound bus, but I can say that the people we have met, the friends we have made, and the relationships that grew stronger along the way, have made this adventure an amazing experience.

The shock of being finished is still whitewashing any true understanding of this journey, but the jitters, excitement, and fear of going home is creeping in. We have worked for one thing for the past six months, and now that task has been accomplished, and the goal is no more. What do we do now? How are we supposed to fit back in? All questions that we will answer shortly. Who knows what's in store for us, and who knows what's next.

It's time to go home, be with family and friends, and figure out what normal is again. I remember this feeling from the AT, and this is why Andy and I started The Dusty Camel. The journey is unfathomable, and unexplainable. We hope all can experience something like this, because its a feeling unmatched by anything in the world.

I happy to go home, I'm sad to be done, I'm ready to move forward.

-- Ian


Day 175

A great teacher and friend sent me a poem a few weeks ago by Robert Frost. It perfectly describes the feeling we all are experiencing as we end one chapter and begin the next one.

'Reluctance' ~ Frost

Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended.
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
Or yield, with grace, to reason
Or bow to accept the end
Of a love, or a season?

What next? A brand new 2,000 mile trail in New Zealand! Follow the adventure- Fall 2012.

Thanks to all the friends who are like family who supported us before, during and after this epic adventure! You all rock!

Time to catch the bus to Vancouver and get this chapter off to a solid start. Here we come NYC!

- Andy

PCT Accomplished

More to come. But we sit in a hotel now after successfully completing the pacific crest trail.

Thanks to all who has made this possible, and our loving girlfriends and family. Stay tuned for final thoughts, just wanted to update you all!

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October 22, 2011 - The Dusty Camel reaches Canada!!!!!!!!!!!!

Day 173

After all the hard work, the planning, endless months of living with nothing more than 17 pounds of gear on our backs, meeting strangers that turned into family and days of filming we have reached the clear cut border and entered Canada!! The last twenty weren't easy though...

White out snow, blasting winds, avalanche debri, icy rain in the afternoon and heavy snow till five miles out from the border. Total accumulations measured up to the top of my boot. Whenever we hit a north side of a peak the temp dropped to mid twenties. Today was a day I'll never forget because the hike itself was so epic. By the time we hit the border we snapped a quick photo and set camp a hundred yards away.

It doesn't feel like the end yet because as I am typing this the driving snow is building on our tent. Everything we own is wet. We are exhausted.

Tomorrow, after we hike about eight more miles through Cascade terrain and soaking wet, frozen clothes, then the hike will be complete and the true celebration will commence!

While it's cold and we're all sore, I am trying to soak it in. It still hasn't been fully realized by everyone tonight that we just finished a 2,665 mile trek: through the beautiful Mojave Desert, a biblically colossal snow year in the Sierra, high heat and dry stretches through the volcanoes in northern Cal, then averaged over a marathon a day for three weeks to break through to Portland and over the bridge of the Gods... Thus began the cold rain, then snow and more snow. The last 250 miles were mostly in avalanche areas, white outs, a freezing and thawing cycle and a constant threat of hypothermia.

All this just to reach this point. Awe-some. What an adventure.