Some days just don’t seem to go according to plan. And when, like in my case, there isn’t much plan, it just feels like the universe isn’t particularly cooperative with my wanderings. But that’s what hot chocolate from home and bread and butter and huckleberry jam are for, right?
Woke up yesterday with the rain which means a damp tent and standing at the back of my car to eat breakfast, felt a bit gloomy all day long, struggled to find a camping at night, and discovered that shockingly my leaky water jerrycan had actually been leaking for a few days before I replaced it, soaking all my backpacking camping gear in the process. Not the end of the world, but more damp stuff to deal with before they start to mold and my little mobile world happens to not come with a dryer or much space to dry so many things. Today I’m in Glacier NP which I’ve been dreaming of for months, but the cold and fog and drizzle for the next few days are sadly forcing me to forego the exciting perspective of multi-day backcountry hiking - this is about having a good time, not struggling alone in rainy woods.
So in these days, it’s somehow much easier to only see what’s not going well, no matter how insignificant it is (spilled some food on my freshly cleaned jeans last night, it’s because everything was going wrong anyway), even almost looking for what will happen next (just dropped my toothbrush on the ground, see I knew another annoying thing would happen, it’s that kind of a day after all) instead of also acknowledging everything that is indeed going well - I have food and a car and a warm(-ish) shelter, I’ve been traveling for months on with no serious issue, I’m free to do so, and I’m immensely privileged to be able to do it as a solo woman.
So yes my first days in Montana have been rocky (no pun intended, really), but I now know by experience that all I have to do is push through and wait for a better day. The time this trip actually ends will come soon enough and I better make the most of what I’ve got left.
#myepicamericanroadtrip
