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mylifeisweirdok · 1 year

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31, 10, 12, 13

OOO YES ok let's do this in numeric order

10) has a written piece ever haunted me?

I in particular write some rather ~disturbing~ dead doves on AO3 (no I won't drop my user but if you find me, message me to win the contest!) and have created a small name for myself in horror poetry books. For my works, you can't not be haunted by what I write... The graphic, the terrible, the unwanted. I write not what comes naturally, but what is deeply despised.

My first "big" story to really become a hit was a story about a group of teenagers being trapped under layers and layers of broken and collapsed buildings after an earthquake. They were in the dark, with exponentially decreasing oxygen, the only sounds being created were by the settling of rubble and their friends rattled breaths. The MC fell asleep at one point (thought to be dead) and when they woke up they were topside and being treated. They recovered physically (slowly) and helped support their friends who were in the process of recovering, one specifically who had a pipe through their shoulder.

But they were so hungry.

All the time.

They made so much food and kept eating more and more and more. They became an amazing cook because they were starving. Their friends continued to praise their cooking skills as they grew and but they were hollow. They had the most rapid, drawn out, gradual decent into madness, and the story described every detail of it.

In the end, they never had escaped the rubble.

An obvious twist, even as you read it. You knew the MC never got the chance to escape. You knew what they were actually smelling when the MC opened the fridge to find rotten food. You knew, in the pits of your satiated yet somehow uncomfortable stomachs, why the MC was hungry.

You knew what the MC was actually eating, when they first got a bite to eat topside.

You knew what the MC was feeding their friends, when they were begging for comfort in the hospital.

And yet you, the reader, kept reading. You knew what the end result was,

and you

still finished it.

All in all my favorite work I've written so far, but alas that one hits differently in the back of my mind.

12) what three wishes would you ask a genie for?

The ability to separate water from other substances without physical repercussions, an RV skeleton that is in pristine condition, and a wifi router that provides the best wifi in any location.

I eventually want to travel the mainland Americas and explore inter/national parks. And hike the PCT! Love the outdoors. Plus I grew up with a dad who never quite knew what learning level I was at and would rant about certain things going on environmentally, so I was raised with an,,, eco friendly? mindset. If I had the powers, I would simply separate the water from the pollutants, and hopefully not get hunted by any governing body of power for doing so. And of course the wifi thing is fairly straightforward to me.

13) What is a subject hard to write about?

All of them! Words are hard

Nah but seriously? I can't go near anything inherently sexual I gross myself out and my intrusive thoughts eat it up. Consented stuff and not I am viscerally repulsed by any and all of my past attempts into the field of smut.

Any other subjects...? (I'm thinking) I guess romance too, unless it's really drawn out and vital to the storyline (I've only written a handful or romance works, I tend to stick to platonic and familial stuffs). In short I torture my characters, not a lot of room for romance in there ya know?

31) Write a short love letter to your readers!

My readers,

I apologize for any and all hurt I have done unto your beloved blorbos. I don't apologize for writing them though; when I open my website or my email and I see all the reviews left on my works I am filled with many emotions unnameable.

I adore your commitment to reading through my DDDNEs and smile at every comment saying you don't know how you finished it but did anyway. I cherish every notification letting me know my book has sold another copy to someone out there, looking for a story of hurt hurt hurt and finally a mite bit of comfort.

Does it make you treasure what you have, reading the torture I put fictional characters through monthly? Does it make you hold onto the life you live, allowing yourself to finally settle into your day to day life? Do any of my stories sit in the back of your mind, waiting to be remembered in the foggiest ways, so that you may dredge your way back to my works and lose yourself once again within my pages?

I hold all of my readers in the highest regards, and hope that every story of mine read is another person's motivation to keep going, for once you know the worst thing that may occur everything else seems much better in the end.

I love you all in the same way a college student loves coffee; you are the only thing keeping my blood pumping and my mind racing.

Thank you ✨✨

#...you know maybe theres a reason i cant write sex scenes or just plain romance...#thats a thought for future me #after finals #... ((... does anyone have any good books or websites that cover the ace spectrum? asking for a friend))#...#anyway thanks for the ask!! i love ask games theyre so much fun!! have a good one :)

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yosttravis · 1 year

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163 Minutes in Boston

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So about fifteen months ago, I signed up for my first 140mi Ironman. And then I trained a ton for it, and wrote about it. All-time experience.

But I got hurt during the early parts of the run and sort of slogged through it. And that just ate me alive, especially since (a) it was my first true marathon; and (b) I'm a much better runner than swimmer or cycler by nature.

That week I set a goal to qualify for Boston, and ran my second marathon in Utah, and qualified at 2:57, and wrote about what I did to run a sub-three. And you guys really liked that.

So let's talk about the Boston Marathon, which I ran over the weekend! I'll cut to the chase first -- the title was the giveaway, finishing 2:43 and 870th in my third (second?) full distance marathon.

For a fake runner, I was [mostly] happy. More on that later. Notes, race day details, and stats/splits to follow.

Training and Random Notes

On the plus-side of things, my training has been limit up over the last 12-months. Fitness levels, not a problem. Not at all. I do a lot more cross-training than most pure runners, which has it's benefits and drawbacks. But using Garmin's Intensity Minutes as a proxy, you can see how much we moved this needle up in recent months:

(That VO2 MAX is ripping ....)

On the minus-side of things, mostly everything else, at least for this race.

The worst winter (ever, and I mean EVER) in the Western United States. Running volume down as a result. Endless snow, frigid temperatures, and it's still going on.

An injury, which I've been lucky to avoid for a long while now. Twitter (TWITTER!) diagnosed the injury accurately -- popliteus tendinopathy, rare for most people, more common in runners and triathletes. Physical therapy affirmed. Lot of strength and mobility work, and we eventually went from 'sharpshooting pain' and 'aborted runs' in February to 'manageable'. It hasn't improved much beyond manageable. This also took running down some bit further on top of just horrific weather.

Generally speaking, I ran only about 30-40 miles a week during this 'down period', and in some weeks fewer than that. You can see how much I took it down (measured in mins)"

But I was religious about time on feet and cross-training. And those stairs. We kept on those stairs. More on that in a minute.

Race Morning Thoughts

Initially, I set a goal for 2:50:00. I knew that was a sandbagged number relative to my fitness, but I had concerns that my leg would hold up at the tail end of the race (especially in the infamous hills of Boston). Moreover, the weather was horrific. Just comical. The northeast has had the most pleasant winter in the history of mankind, and in typical April-in-New-England fashion, the marathon turned into intermittent monsoons and a sustained headwind. This was in the forecast in advance, and so I figured considering the factors at play.

I said I was bullish on fitness, but I was also bullish on nutrition. There are a lot of people I've learned who struggle (and struggle immensely with this) -- finnicky stomachs, indecisiveness, whatever. I train very early in the mornings and as soon as I'm done, it's one of my two jobs on deck, so breakfast is usually just a shake. That said: I tail-end eat a lot. I cannot remember the last day (in months) that I have not had at least two dinners. Eating so much late at night has it's drawbacks, but my body has grown well accustomed to storing and using for tomorrow morning's abuse. If you follow on Strava, you know there are a lot of hours in those early morning banks, and usually at harder intensities.

On that nutrition point: I really didn't have to overthink it much, because my caloric burn (~ 2.6k, let's call it) was only about 36 pct more burn than the average training day. Which isn't insignificant! But I imagine people who do not have heavy and sustained volumes have to get much more careful with loading 48-hours out from race, 24-hours out from race, etc.

With a relatively full stomach from the night prior, morning was easy: bagel and cream cheese, granola, honey stinger waffles (the GOAT of pre-workout food), and fluids.

Changed up the shoes this time around. I'm a firm believer in Nike for speed and HOKA for training/comfort. I usually race in Vapors, PR'd a 1/2 back on 9/11 in D.C (1:16). But it was in a monsoon, logged out the shoes something bad. So I went for the Alphas this time around. If you don't have a pair of Alphas, go get one. Worth it.

The Race

For anyone who is ever interested in running Boston, let me tell you a few quick things. One, it's a lifetime experience, full stop, it's not marketing and it's very real. Two, it's extremely secure, owing to previous events. Three, because it's extremely secure, it can feel cumbersome at times. Waiting around in Athletes Village for hours in cold weather and rain, with little to no cover -- not ideal. But everyone was in good spirits and by and large just trying to stay warm.

My qual time was good enough for wave one, but the congestion for the first five miles was insane. You really were running elbow-to-elbow for some bit of time. I stuck to the sides to try and at least hold a respectable pace (6:30 range) until it could thin out some.

The weather was a challenge the entire race. The cool temperatures kept the heart rate down (I only averaged 165 for the race, despite pushing some), but the sustained 20-25 mph headwind and intermittent heavy rain was a problem, and slowed the race considerably.

At the halfway mark, I was 1:19 range (tracker had 1:20 -- I of course ran more distance than needed, weaving in/out of crowds a few times). Still had full energy at this point, though my right knee was starting to bother a bit. At any rate, I knew I could carry this pace through the rest of the race, more or less.

The areas where the crowds are in Boston? Second to none. The energy is real. Really real. If you have music on, you won't hear it. And you don't want to hear it. Just a truly amazing experience and so laudable for the city -- these people want to motivate every runner, and man you get juiced up from it.

Take your pick: I either thought the hills around miles 16-20 were a bit overrated, certainly more of a mental challenge than anything. I don't say this as a running snob (I'm a fake runner, remember), I do say this as someone who swears by stairs and incline work. In every one of these races I seem to make up considerable time on comparable runners when going uphill. And though my pace grinded down expectedly climbing the hills, it was very comfortable and I didn't want to push my knee (now starting to bother a fair bit) to the point of no return. I trimmed my pace by about 20-25s in the last few miles for this reason. Pure fitness wise, I do think I could've held up the ~ 6:10 pace for about 33 to 35-miles or so, give or take. I do think I missed a couple of opportunities around miles 7-11 to gap down more aggressively, lesson learned there.

I ended 2:43. A bit disappointed to be blunt. I think with a healthy right leg, or better wx conditions, I could've given 2:39:59 a real run.

Most importantly: critical advertising for the worldwide leader. Go Bills.

Time for the next test. I left a lot on the table, and it's already bothering me!

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#boston marathon #triathlon

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te-araroa · 8 months

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Day 12 — Hunters Hut to St Arnaud

8km walk, 12.8km hitch

To get the disclosure out of the way … I was a purist on the PCT, walking every inch. On the TA, however, I plan to skip the roadwalks — I’m here to do a ton of walking and that needn’t include hot asphalt. Find joy.

I was the last to leave Hunters Hut, taking my time with coffee and looking out over the meadow.

My feet were not in good shape. Waterlogged from the day before and close to blistering in several areas. I only had one blister on the PCT, a wet day where I walked too far. I’d rather take it easy than walk on raw skin that isn’t meant to be on the surface.

I ambled down the hill toward the road — beautiful views of the farms and valley below.

When I reached the bottom, I saw a sign announcing trail angels and food in the parking lot. Few things bring more delight than unexpected food: two breakfast coffees, a breakfast pancake, a breakfast taco and a breakfast beer. But the second layer of joy is that it was Oliver and Sandra, two TA’ish hikers who I met in the Queen Charlotte section. They are traveling New Zealand by van, walking most of the TA but covering the less interesting parts by road.

Eventually we parted ways and I started the walk to St Arnaud (pronounced Ar-Nud) … I took it easy, mindful of my feet and put my thumb in the air every time I heard a car. It started to rain so I put on my bright yellow rain jacket and cast a happy-dejected look at each passing car. At one point, I might have faked a subtle limp. Half kidding but also half not kidding. Within 45 minutes, a kind woman with two kids pulled off and took me to St Arnaud.

It then rained for two days so I was happy to kick my feet up at the lodge, periodically running across the street for groceries and downstairs for dinner. A wonderful way to spend two lazy days after the crazy terrain in the Richmonds.

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beccassmiles-blog · 1 year

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memorylang · 2 years

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First Week Back in Mongolia | #61 | October 2022

I returned to Mongolia just over three months ago. Yesterday (Feb. 5, 2O23), I returned for my first times both to the place where I spent my first week in Mongolia (Chinggisiin Khuree, June 2OI9) and to the place where I spent my first week back in Mongolia (Holiday Inn, October 2O22). As such, I decided to make the final push to finish this blog story.

Around this time last month, Peace Corps Mongolia’s new M3I cohort prepared to hear its site placements. By Swear-In, 22 of the initial 25 remained who came as part of that cohort. Still, all 25 were part of my return to this country. So I remember them as I recount these stories.

I pick up from my first week back in Mongolia, 2O22. I focus on my earliest challenges back and describe the fluidity of new encounters mixed with old. By the stories’ end, we reach my introduction to how I’d prepare to spend at least my 12 months back in Mongolia.

The Morning After

The fanfare of my newest Swear-In Day over, I awoke my first morning back in Mongolia, Wed., Oct. 19, 2O22. I rose around 2:30 a.m. local time, having slept only some four and a half hours. I tried a couple hours in vain to fall back asleep there in the Holiday Inn where we were sequestered. So I chose to “pick up a pen, start writing.”

Early Anxieties

I first wrote about the two immediate stressors I faced that morning. For one, having received the previous afternoon the first new ‘COTE’ (Calendar Of Training Events), I could see that by Thursday morning, I would already take the dreaded LPI (Language Placement Interview). When I was first in Mongolia, I went a couple months before my LPI, not a couple days.

My other stressor was the possibility of my new Peace Corps assignment being outside of UB (Ulaanbaatar). This felt stressful because throughout the pandemic, though I’d yearned to return to Erdenet, I heard early on that UB would be our only option. So I’d accepted UB as my fate. But after hearing that Peace Corps Volunteers could instead receive placements in other cities, such as Erdenet or Darhan, hearing Erdenet could once more be a possibility conflicted me.

The new Peace Corps Mongolia timeline continuum also felt different. Though we had just returned to the country, our successor Peace Corps cohort would reach Mongolia quite soon. Staff explained how the M32s would arrive in June, not long after these new M3Is experience their IST/PDM (In-Service Training/Project Design and Management) conference. Then those M32s would swear in at summer’s end, as many cohorts of old had. That Swear-In would occur however not long before the M3Is’ Mid-Service Training (MST) and the scheduled COS (Close of Service) for my fellow M3O evacuated Returned Peace Corps Volunteer Eric and me.

I felt glad at least to know that Eric and I would witness Peace Corps Mongolia back up to three simultaneous cohorts, as it had had back in 2O2O before the pandemic. Eric and I would be the grand-cohort. And if the M32s had assignments to the countryside, then Eric and I could share our perspectives from that life.

Continuity

With the changes in mind, I thought about the work load of our Training Manager, penning, “What a life for TM Ariuna!” I remembered too some of my first interactions with her at this hotel, when I worried of the impending language test. I added, “So sweet as ever. She remembers I ‘worked very hard at the language.’”

I considered too how Bataa, who greeted me the afternoon before at the airport, had later at the hotel approached me, saying how I promised during evacuation that I would return. He hadn’t been sure I would, yet here I was! I mused using Thanos’ words, “Destiny fulfilled.”

Furthermore, I acknowledged, “Memories flow back of the ger camp where Eric, I and our fellow M3Os trained as PCTs. Гуанз гэр [guanz ger], the field on which we walked cold mornings to the cold showers. Yesterday still cold shower.” I remembered these moments in part because with so many Peace Corps Trainees trying to shower at the same time that night in our hotel, we would need to pick different hours to have warm water here.

I should comment, I had an amusingly difficult time remembering early on how to correctly spell my fellow M3O Eric’s name since his Facebook profile lists his Cyrillic spelling as Эрик. So I usually wrote ‘Erik’ in my journal, those first few days back. (For readability of this blog, I’m just listing it properly every time, as Eric.)

Additionally, that morning, I noted of two M29 Returned Peace Corps Volunteers (PCVs), “Oh, Willem messaged that Tylor’s now a film star!” The theme that Tylor’s a film star would recur. As for those two, Willem had been my M29 Resource PCV back in the Selenge province’s Nomgon soum during summer 2OI9. Tylor was one of the M29s with whom I collaborated on community development back in Erdenet. He and I hoped to meet up that coming weekend, now that the four of us (counting Eric) have returned.

Wednesday: My First Full Day

When I finished journaling and accepting that I wouldn’t get to sleep anymore, I headed down to breakfast. After getting food from the self-serve area, I sat beside a Peace Corps staff member. I recalled my attempts to practice Mongolian with Peace Corps staff members back when my first week in Mongolia had been at that ger camp, June 2OI9. So, I turned to her to say hello.

My attempted morning conversation in Mongolian felt awkward. I barely remembered basic words. My first attempted conversation partner didn’t say much, either. But I got through a little. I jotted what I think ought to have been, “Байх байх,” that the staff member would probably be around.

Breakfast wasn’t all weird, though. I wrote around 8:15 a.m. afterward of a separate conversation, “Ah, TM Ariuna, good talk after breakfast [...]. ‘Сайхан амарсан уу?’” That’s the phrase people say as a common greeting, literally closer to, “Did you rest well?” I remembered having definitely chatted with Ariuna during meal times back in Mongolia my first time. Perhaps the other staff member and I just hadn’t spoken so much back then.

Also after breakfast, I penned another strong feeling. “I miss my МУИС students… Foods from Teachers’ Day. Ariuna met one of my МУИС CPs.” МУИС (Монгол улсын их сургууль) was my previous Peace Corps assignment, to the National University of Mongolia branch in Erdenet. The foods I saw during my first breakfast back in Mongolia reminded me of foods my former students prepared for me and my CPs (counterparts) during Teachers’ Day. But almost every one of those students has graduated now.

In my hope to see familiar faces, I noted too, “Some [Mongolian language] instructors coming back, Grover said yesterday.” Grover’s one of our American staff members. His comment had given me some relief. Still, I accepted for my first full day back in Mongolia, “Today’ll be in my feels, I guess.”

Memories Throughout Wednesday

Later that morning I added, “I guess today I realized Eric and I are at our ‘MST.’” MST is Mid-Service Training, usually for Volunteers who’ve finished their first year of service. Since Eric and I had only been in Mongolia nine months before evacuation, the present conference felt as though our closest equivalent of when MST would happen for us.

After lunch, Eric invited me outside the hotel for a walk around the block. I wrote, “Eric and I had a good walk. [It] was nice, kind of reminding of hutongs [胡同] in China, as he said. I recall how Kat and Darcy went for a walk too after lunch, before this Grover/Kim session.” When Eric and I were in Mongolia the first time, too, our conversations often involved discussions of our mutual experiences with China, as well.

Our American directors Kim and Grover led the session after lunch. I wrote with surprise, too, “Grover referenced my predecessor Rob, who’d animated Grover’s childhood. Surprised to hear him mention Rob (albeit not by name!). I met Rob Oct. 2O2I in Las Vegas at UNLV Newman haunted house.” The year before, in 2O2I, I had posted about helping my church friends with their haunted house at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas. Rob just happened to be in town that night and stopped by to greet me in person! That was an amazing moment.

Summer and Autumn 2OI9 Memories

Some time after the directors’ session came dinner. That Wednesday after dinner, I joined a group of Trainees who followed Peace Corps staff’s prescription that we may only walk east. We headed to Sukhbaatar Square. Seeing the vast plaza again for the first time reminded me of my first experience there, my birthday, July 6, 2OI9. Now I felt as though I played the role of Resource Peace Corps Volunteer Danica, introducing a junior cohort to the Mongolian capital’s wide space.

As our group walked back to the hotel, I also felt the burning familiarity of having been down this street before. I believe I had seen the Chinese pagodas, simple statues and stone paths here an autumn weekend when I came to UB for a conference. I felt as though I could pick out the very bench on which I sat and remembered my late mother. Still, this was a feeling surely only I had from walking down this road.

What Could Have Been

By the night’s end, I felt more hopeful. At 10 p.m., I journaled how a staff member “said my ol’ site loved me, like a god, haha!” She’d referenced too another Volunteer, who was known throughout his Mongolian community. To me she “Mentioned that had I not evacuated perhaps I could’ve reached the language and knowledge level the former had.” I felt bittersweet, musing what could have been.

This motivated me, too. I couldn’t achieve what that Volunteer did in his time, but perhaps I could achieve my own version of that in the time I have. I added, “Well, apparently, national news!” referring to Tuesday afternoon’s interviews that have apparently circulated all over. I wondered if I may wind up extending for an extra year, too. Till then, I needed to really focus on my language skills. My Language Proficiency Interview would be the next morning. I concluded, “More and more words returned yet still to come.”

The Blur

My second and third full days back in Mongolia flew by. I still fought jetlag too. Tuesday night I’d done enough push-ups to match my age in hopes of sleeping early. Wednesday I kept writing for this blog to wrap up stories from other parts of the world I’d visited in 2O22 before being back in Mongolia. I note the day’s new challenges, glossed here through journal entries. Of particular concern to me was how I felt a sort of sinus-related illness that I hoped wasn’t COVID-19.

Thursday: Language and Tests

Thursday around 5:45 a.m. I penned, “Awoke an hour ago with a hot shower, having gotten in some six hours’ rest, having stayed up. Whereas yesterday morning felt still as though in [the] U.S., today arose more joyfully as knowledge in Mongolia true.” In other words, I felt more hopeful recognizing that I’m indeed back in Mongolia.

That morning Eric and I had our Language Proficiency Interviews. After my test, around 12:30 p.m. I penned, “Language test, Instructor Dogoo was very kind! Said I hadn’t forgotten much, yay.” She felt delighted too that I've returned to Mongolia. At first, I couldn’t tell whether she was acting for the test or genuinely sincere. But by the end, I could tell she meant it. She felt glad I returned to serve in Mongolia.

On another positive note, I wrote couple hours later, around 2:15 p.m., “I recall TM Ariuna and [CD] Kim characterized Eric and [me] Tuesday as extraordinary Volunteers. Reinstated, yay!”

I also wrote about the need for negative COVID-I9 tests to progress from this sequestration hotel. By 3 p.m. wrote how I’m, “Feeling my present illness reminds me of October last in 2OI9, ill then, too.” Then I, “just realized COVID-I9 really is the new norm.” By dinner time, beautiful memories resurfacing from service in Erdenet continued to ping pong back through my brain.

Friday: Highs and Lows

Mongolian language continued to be a top priority for me. “Hopefully whatever cold I have may have has helped correct my jetlag,” I wrote Friday morning, around 7:45 a.m. I reminisced too, “Glad I hadn’t forgotten all my Mongolian yesterday. Novice-something, I hope! Grammar and vocab, Eric and me together. Woo, going strong, OK!” After that, “[12:45 p.m.] Eric and I had our first language session today! No word on how we actually scored in our LPIs yesterday, but that’s OK. Better that we don’t know anyway. Instead, I want to keep on working hard such that perhaps I can hit intermediate-mid.”

I thought back to changes for the new M3I cohort versus our M3O one. “The new PCTs will have 14 weeks’ training instead of 11. I recall the ger camp first sessions and the Darhan days, too. Remembering that on the third and fourth weeks Eric and I will be giving reports about NGOs gives me the hope we’ll indeed be in UB and also nearby each other.”

I gleefully noted around 3:30 p.m. that the Trainee “Tom had called me sanguine, affable!” <3

Not COVID-19

Since I passed my medical intake interview by the afternoon, I noted too, “Oh wow, I didn’t have a fever!” I enjoyed chatting with Sara, Dr. Maya and Dr. Suvd. On a less gleeful note, though, I found out, “May lose my toenails… OK….!” (This goes back to Peace Corps Mongolia summer 2OI9 toenail injuries in Pre-Service Training I’ve still had to this point.) Dr. Maya was among my cohort’s Peace Corps Medical Officers from back in 2OI9, so she knew my prior record.

I continued reconnecting with staff, having had a “Lovely chat before [dinner] with TEFL Ariunaa, reminiscing about past Volunteers and their whereabouts.” As I penned the next morning, “Felt reassured [...] talking to TEFL Ariunaa and having my vitals checked by Sara that I don’t have COVID-19 nor the flu but rather something environment-related, such as the pollution or carpet (as Ariunaa said) reacting to me. OK!” I’d have lunch the next day with Drs. Suvd, Maya and Bilguun, both reminiscing with and getting to know the medical team better.

As for dinner, I enjoyed “Humorous jokes about food and ‘kidnapping’ with John, Paul, Eric P., Ken and tall Chris. Hunting cameras stolen, wild Mexico and not so wild China adventures. Kat, too!” I really enjoyed the playfulness of this cohort. I concluded Friday night writings with, “Onward and upward, yay!”

First Weekend: Reunions

The next afternoon, that Saturday, I reunited with M29 evacuated Returned Peace Corps Volunteers. They were Tylor and Willem, the latter who'd trained me summer 2OI9 back in the quaint little Nomgon. I found out that Tylor really has been starring in Mongolian movies since coming back. Seeming schoolboys even stopped us as we walked to request a photo with him. He later mentioned he had another film coming in January and had me keep it on the downlow. I think I would enjoy playing in a Mongolian film, if given the opportunity, especially for a musical role.

Strolling with the guys, I tried in Sukhbaatar Square my first айраг /airag/ since returning. That one tasted foul. Though, I guess nothing beats the kind I tried from the monks at the Buddhist temple in Erdenet. My fellow eRPCVs then took us to a restaurant where I had recalled eating shortly after Swear-In, back in August 2OI9 with M29 Jacob. The restaurant was called MB Beer Plus. October 2O22, I considered while inside how this city, UB, really does have such luxuries. The M29s treated me to a tasty milkshake, too.

After the restaurant, the M29s walked us to what I journaled as, “A speakeasy with great chicken and fast food…” I noted too, “Had a good talk with Kat tonight after all done. M29s Tylor and Willem with me, her and Eric in UB. Pleasant day. Throwbacks to our old sites and UB today.”

Back at the hotel where Peace Corps quarantined, I also saw that night with the others for M3I Pader’s birthday a film I don’t tend to like but found alright, “Coraline.” I felt amused how the film’s named seemed similar to the M3I Caroline’s.

Sunday and Faiths

That Saturday, I also felt surprised to see a Facebook friends request by “A young adult from TNK parish in Erdenet,” Nandia, I journaled. I imagined she must have been one of the older teens when I knew her before. As I noted of my actions, “Continue to inform Mongols of my return.”

I meanwhile learned that some I knew were elsewhere now. A coffee coach who’d sewn me a book cover back in Erdenet was now serving in the Middle East. I wondered whether I’d meet people he knew, during my time here in UB, through a mutual friend whom I learned lives here.

Sunday morning, I enjoyed humorous conversations over “Breakfast with Paul, Caroline, memes, Saints, Ken, etc.” I then walked with M3Is Kat, tall Chris and Sarah S. to check out St. Thomas Aquinas Catholic Church, the nearest Catholic church on Google Maps. I journaled that morning, “Mass memories of Erdenet, Seattle and Reno. Recorded audio. Fr. Nathan was my pastor, yet Jesus is my shepherd. Pretty church.”

My thoughts spanned many recent adventures as well as those for months throughout the pandemic. The small worship space and audio tapes containing the hymns reminded me too of the church I attended for years in Erdenet 2OI9 to 2O2O. The community with which we fellowshipped here in UB after Mass included people employed by the U.S. Embassy, eager to hear that the Peace Corps had returned.

The Buddhist Monastery

After that, our Peace Corps community headed to the nearby Buddhist monastery. I journaled that afternoon, “Journeyed West from the East today, to see the huge monastery nearby. It was pretty. Reminded me a little of that cold monastery we visited before. Gandam~ ‘The smell of the incense’ referenced. [... 15000 monks killed, 900 monasteries destroyed.] Only five temples remained, though closed…”

Journeying west instead of east was also significant. Early into our sequestration, our training staff explained how we weren’t by ourselves to go north, south or west, but we could go east. So to get to travel any other direction from the Holiday Inn felt like a fun deal.

During the trip, I met more of the new language instructors, who guided us. I felt amazed by the scale of buildings and designs and felt mournful about the violent deaths many had endured. Unfortunately, its famous big statue was closed from viewing that day due to a function. Following that visit, the facilitators wore traditional costumes and taught us to consider especially the diversity of people in this nation.

Loose Threads

“[9 p.m.] Feeling a bit more at peace now that I’ve had this evening after dinner to be apart from the cohort. Now I can reflect from this desk in [room] 1405 a bit better.” On the Sunday night to kick off my second week back in Mongolia, Oct. 23, 2O22, I nibbled амттан (desserts) and sipped cool tea while I completed blog entries from my black Journal #16 stories from the weeks in Europe. That same night, I concluded penning its succeeding Journal #17 such that I would begin my current Journal #18 properly. My current #18, a birthday gift, resembles what I took to be an illuminated manuscript of Genesis.

I reflected on how the M3I Jordan had arrived in Mongolia that day, after having been held up because of COVID-19 concerns. Meanwhile, I started to feel pretty good about having overcome jetlag. I meanwhile enjoyed comforting conversations with M3I Rowan, who recognized where I’d like to be and where I was.

That Sunday, Oct. 23, I considered while both finishing the last of some cool tea and desserts in Mongolia and rereading my 1 p.m. journal entry from May 28, 2O22 about having had a Bavarian hot dog in Füssen, Bavaria, Germany, and while, I noticed again how spoiled I’ve felt to be spending my first couple weeks back with Peace Corps Mongolia at the Holiday Inn in Ulaanbaatar. My cohorts really prepared me for far fewer amenities and far less comfort. Yet, I had to remind myself that times have changed. And before long, I’d be living on my own again, anyway. I’d try to savor what I had.

I concluded the night’s entries, “All considered, I am back. Mongolian language acquisition goes fast. I get some insights as to my site tomorrow night. Informing Mongols that I’m back. [...] And thank You again God for the unexpected journeys of 2O22. This was another year I could not have fathomed. May it open wide a lifetime of fruitful possibilities for me and many.” <3

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The next day began peacefully enough. I wrote a couple entries earlier that Monday before finding out my fate. I share those below.

Language and cultural immersion continued to be a major priority. “[11:30 a.m.] Grover was cheerful about my [language] reacquisition, and I’m already making a good impression on other instructors like yesterday’s Boloroo and Tuul, yay! Well, glad to know that some things haven’t changed.” I recalled how during my original Pre-Service Training (PST), summer 2OI9, I had quite the habit of befriending just about everyone’s Language and Cultural Facilitators, at least those who were willing to speak with me.

That afternoon, I added, “[2:45 p.m.] Discussion of PST isolation reminds me of Номгон /Nomgon/ and the decisions I could make then while living with my host family to stay hopeful…” Back in PST in the countryside, where a rooster awakened me many morns before I needed to be up, I experienced quite a few isolated nights and days trying to get a sense of where I was. Those were feelings to which I didn’t feel so inclined to feel again. On a more positive note, I penned too, “<Noah liked my journal!> Paperblanks Gutenberg Bible!” He’d asked me about it, which led me to read its brand.

Then dinnertime came. And after dinner, I knew I would get news about my new site placement. My time came.

Placement

At the conclusion of my seventh day back in Mongolia, my former regional manager, and now program manager, turned to the other and had him say their proposed site for me. When I heard it, the role in this municipality seemed amazing.

Here’s what I wrote. “[11:30 p.m.] Well God, Thou delivered. Two and a half years’ wait, and now I get the most substantial promotion I’ve seen yet. [Program Managers] Zorigoo and Bayar described after dinner my 99% likely assignment in consultation with [our directors] Grover and Kim on having me at the K-12 education department of Mongolia’s capital city, Ulaanbaatar.”

As my managers had impressed upon me—Only some 15 schools in this city will have Peace Corps Volunteers. Thus, the other over 250 other schools will have me. While to some degree I felt disappointed that I would no longer have students of my own, I felt excited by the prospect that I would go from teaching future teachers, at my previous site, to teaching current teachers soon.

They admonished me as well with what sounded like a Mongolian idiom. If one ox’s horn shakes, 1000 oxen’s horns will shake. (I later asked our language instructor, who confirmed this to be, “Нэг үхрийн эвэр доргивол мянган үхрийн эвэр доргино.”) So, I would need to do well in my role, for not only my sake but the sakes of many others to come.

“It’s about midnight now, so I should get some rest. Mongolian language continues in the morning with [our language instructor] Sumiya багш /bagsh/ and Eric, our Ben Park [Peace Corps] successor at Гэр /Ger/ Hub. Hope [...], my fellow M30, sends me so much good advice about the education department life. I meet my [counterparts] CPs tomorrow, at least two of them in the afternoon. They’ve worked alongside Zorigoo and Bayar to choose [Host Country Agencies] HCAs for the M3Is.”

A New Phase

I ended that night’s journal entries with accepting the realities of my placement, hopes to come and a note to self, “Farewell to Erdenet, at least till Jan 20, perhaps. Цагаан сар /Tsagaan Sar/ in Номгон /Nomgon/. Optics are so key in my new public service. Amen.” The next day, I would meet two of my new counterparts, my managers said.

I conclude this blog story here. The next one will pick up from meeting my newest coworkers. I’ll share how my reeducation shifted since learning about my new Peace Corps placement and moving to my new life situation.

You can read more from me here at DanielLang.me :)

#Peace Corps #Mongolia #memoir #story #Catholic #God #memoryLang #USA #PST #hotel #Asia #Erdenet #countryside #Coronavirus #COVID-19 #UB #culture shock #travel #winter #Ulaanbaatar

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Does a Provisional Give Me Worldwide Patent Rights?

A provisional patent application provides patent protection only in the US, however, as long as you have not previously disclosed your invention, in most cases you can use the US provisional application as a basis for filing applications in other countries up to a year later. When you formalize your provisional application, you’ll have to decide which countries to file in and pay filing fees for each country. The decision can be delayed by a further 18 months by filing your formal patent application as a PCT Application which extends your protection in most countries around the world (notable exceptions include Taiwan and Argentina). At the end of the 18-month period, or 30 months from the date of your provisional application, you’ll need to choose which countries to file in and pay the filing fees for each one.

Can I File a Provisional Patent Application in Canada?

Yes—sort of. Unlike the United States, Canada doesn’t have an official scheme for provisional patents. However, you can file an incomplete application with the Canadian patent office and then file a complete version within 12 months.

A drawback to the Canadian “provisional” is that it’ll cost the same as a regular application, whereas the US patent office offers a reduced fee for provisional applications. Another disadvantage is that the Canadian application will automatically be published online about 18 months after you file the application, unless you request to withdraw your application from publication. In contrast, a US provisional is never published. This is helpful because, if you decide not to pursue a formal patent application, you may want to keep your invention a secret.

For these reasons, a Canadian “provisional” is usually only recommended for start-ups that operate strictly in Canada and are not interested in obtaining patent rights abroad.

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Yes, you can refile a provisional patent application after it expires. Note you can only re-file it AFTER the original provisional patent application has expired. Unfortunately, this means that you will need to repay the filing fees, and (more importantly) you’ll lose the benefit of your original filing date. This means that any prior art published between the original filing date and your new filing date will be counted against you when the patent office evaluates your formal patent application. Additionally, if anyone files an application for the same invention before you refile your application, their claim to the patent will trump yours.

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In almost every circumstance, it is advisable to establish a corporation to be the owner and applicant of your patent application. Ownership issues can be very messy and expensive to resolve later on, so it best to incorporate now and put all of your business assets in the corporation’s name. If you are a sole inventor you may defer this decision, but if there are co-inventors it is extremely risky to have a patent application in the name of both inventors as each of you must agree with each other regarding every decision affecting the application.

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There is no limit to the number of inventors that can be listed on a patent application. Each inventor should sign an assignment document transferring his/her rights to the applicant, such as a corporation.

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Episode 4 of My Only 12% was really good. I have a lot of thoughts that aren't coherent enough to put down. I loved how supportive all the friends tried to be of each other, especially of See-eiw. Even though they didn't know how to help him, and he didn't know what he needed, they kept trying. And I love how grounded this show feels.

The scene of See-eiw and Hom watching The Love of Siam was powerful. And his breakdown afterwards was heart wrenching. There's going to be a lot of heartbreak coming. I think it's going to be well done though.

However, I was a little thrown at first because I was under the misconception, from the voice over at the very beginning, that See-eiw already knew he was gay and in love with Cake. Apparently that was a voice from the future looking back. Realizing he's been confused about what he was feeling this whole time changes a lot, and makes it all sadder somehow.

as an aside, I just discovered from MyDramaList that the actress playing Hom (See-iew's sister) is the writer of this as well as Bad Buddy!

How is everyone tagging this so tumblr can search the tags? "my only 12 percent"? "my only 12 pct"? I want to read everyone else's thoughts and see your gifs, but I can't find them.

#my only 12%#my only 12% the series #my only 12 percent #my only 12 pct #thai bl #gillianthecat reacts to bl #reaction by gillianthecat #my only 12 percent ep 4

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Who Hikes?

Howard Shapiro

Quite awhile ago two of my closest friends and I set out to hike from the Columbia River north to Rainy Pass on the Pacific Crest Trail. We were in our early to mid twenties. We were embarking on our respective careers and had more life in front of us than behind. At that time we had no idea we would get bitten by the PCT bug and keep coming back for yet another section or sections. Ultimately we hold our PCT experiences together as some of our most dear life experiences as individuals and together.

Now we are older...not old. I refuse to abide by that label either imposed or self imposed. 'Older' is like everything and everyone else; getting older, mountains, gear, muscles...everything. Mostly I feel that if I describe me as 'old' that can become a self defeating, self limiting kind of prophecy. To be clear, I am not denying my age I am simply acknowledging that I am aging and everything does.

In 2018 Halfway Anywhere who aggregates data and maintains a website by the same name put the following information together:

PCT THRU-HIKER AGE

The youngest hiker to participate in the survey was 18, the oldest (thru-hiker) was 70 (this person has not been included in the data below as they are the only one in their group).1.6% <20 19.1% 20-24 29.7% 25-29 16.4% 30-34 9.2% 35-39 9.2% 40-49 8.2% 50-59 6.1% 60-69 AVERAGE AGE | 34 (σ = 12)

23.5% of the respondents were age 40 to 69 years of age. This is an interesting statistic for many reasons. Among them is the fact that hiking the PCT is not just a young persons game. Even though the average age of the respondents was 34, these figures suggest that nearly three out of every 10 people you may encounter on the trail will be aged 40 and above.

As time goes on will the percentage of thru hikers aged 40 and above increase? That is simply too hard to predict. Possibly a more accessible predictor will be influenced by fire seasons that may alter when hikers begin their hikes. Older hikers may have more flexibility in their schedules, particularly those that have left the work world. Older hiker's flexibility allows for getting on the trail beyond the more typical start dates. This group can also go out for shorter periods or hopscotch the trail, cherry picking those locations that are more likely to be more memorable.

Another predictor may be a result of COVID 19 as many people have 'temporarily' left their work/school lives. As people contemplate their next career/school moves a trail experience could be just the ticket for an opportunity to reflect on next steps both on and off the trail. I am guessing that many of those who are considering new career choices are those in that over 40 and above age range. These folks may be in a position to take a break from work and have savings that will fund a hike or are close to retirement age and are opting out of work altogether; at least for the moment.

The younger than 40 people are literally all over the map and will find their way to the trail as they have consistently for the past many years. Some will need to work, go to school, or choose another experience. My sense is that the numbers of people over 40 will not overtake those younger but more of us 40 and above will migrate to the PCT growing that percentage of 23.5% by a few more points.

The information and assumptions shared here are non-gender specific. Breaking down hikers by gender is a topic for another post. For now, we will leave it there but we generally know more males than females hike the PCT. Age may not play a role in this as time goes on. However the data has suggested that since the publication of 'Wild' a trend of more women hiking the PCT has not gone unnoticed.

In conclusion, the PCT has been hiked by someone as young as 8 and by Al 'Al' Learned, who completed the trail in 2018 (and also in 2003) at the age of 81 years and 58 days. It is all out there as long as we remember it is about the journey not the destination nor one's age.

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day 7- some of your music faves right now (let’s say up to 5) SO many but if i had to only pick five... 1. haircut by petey and miya folick 2. enough for now by ethan gruska with phoebe bridgers 3. 7:30am by slothrust 4. kilby girl by the backseat lovers 5. memphis by kitten but like SO MANY i love my playlists

day 8- International Women’s Day! what’s your take on feminism? i'm an intersectional socialist feminist. sadly i don't really engage in a lot of activism anymore because it's really draining for me, but i fundamentally believe that women's oppression works within and alongside all other power structures that uphold misogyny, racism, transphobia, classism, etc. we can't liberate women by only tackling misogyny and it's crucial to dismantle all power structures that keep women down. capitalism and the commodification of feminism (marketing white eurocentric beauty ideals to women so that we spend our time energy and money on that instead of other things, body shapes/sizes that only the wealthy can achieve as being 'beautiful'/acceptable/worthy of respect, the everything about girlboss feminism, selling 'feminist' t-shirts made by underpaid and overworked women in developing world to rich white women in the west, et cetera et cetera) are truly fucking evil and detrimental to feminism as a holistic liberation movement and we can't really make a lot of progress while our movement is being commodified and literally sold to us while being built on the backs of other women.

Day 9- Write something that you’d like to tell yourself. stop watering yourself down for the sake of other people!! you're more interesting than you give yourself credit for and believe it or not, people really like being around the genuine you

Day 10- Tag someone whose aesthetic you love seeing on your feed. ok i'm not gonna tag them in this insanely long post but i LOVE philology-studies ' aesthetic!! <3

Day 11- What’s something that you’ve always wanted to do but haven’t got the chance to do so? throw a molotov cocktail nah for real, i've always wanted to go on a long trip kind of hike! i want to be one of those people who eventually hikes, like, the PCT or something

Day 12- Are you more into plants or flowers? What’s your fave type? i'm more into plants!! i like viney climbing plants like pothos and ivys :")

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Day 141 (10/5).

It was probably the warmest and driest night in what seemed like an eternity. I still had trouble sleeping at times from being cold or uncomfortable, but still not as bad as it has been for a while. It was nice to wake up drier than when I went to sleep for a change. I heard a vehicle pull into the gravel parking lot and quickly got out of the tent. My hope was if they were locals they might be willing to give us an early ride into town for free, if we so were lucky. I spoke with the couple that got out of the truck briefly and they were parking there and doing a day hike on the PCT. They were nice, but no dice on the ride... then I saw the lady point and say something about all the fish as they looked down at the stream and I remembered reading in the Guthooks comments that the salmon were bedding/running in this river. After the couple left, I walked onto the bridge and looked over the edge to see all kinds of salmon swimming in the shallow water below. They were a dark red/maroon with olive green heads; their bodies deteriorating from the exertion it took to get them back here, far upstream from the ocean... focusing on the pain in my feet and knees, all of a sudden I felt some connection with them and their journey. I came back just as Butt'rs emerged from his tent and and we packed up. Another vehicle came and it was a work truck that pulled up next to the house there and it looked like he was going to be there a while so I didn't ask about a potential ride into town. Besides, we were starting to get close to the time the bus would arrive. I laid some clothes out to dry as we waited and it wasn't too long before the big red shuttle bus pulled up. We saw Will get off the bus and chatted with him and the driver for a bit. Will told us he had gotten in the day before and comped near the campground for free. He also had a new sleeping pad and said that he had gone the last week or two without a sleeping pad! My jaw dropped hearing this. I don't know how this kid didn't freeze, and just remembering how crappy it had been on me, I couldn't imagine how bad it was for him on the ground! I seriously don't know how he did it. He said he boiled water in his tent one night to keep warm, but I don't know how that really helped with all the condensation that would have caused. Crazy! We got on the bus and rode it into Stehekin with a stop off at their praised bakery (seemed just normal bakery to me but I'm not big on pastries and such) but I was starving and hadn't eaten anything since before dark the night before... so I got a latte a huge sticky bun and a doughnut. It was all good but not sure if it was rave worthy. I was feeling much better free food and coffee though, and we got back on the bus and went into the "town". We arrived at around 11am and had to get everything done by the time the bus left for its second and last round trip of the day which left at 2:30pm or so... so not much time to do everything we wanted. We went into the store there and I paid $15 for access to their WiFi and it was barely functional it was so slow. I took care of a few things online and then went with Butt'rs to the post office to pick up his resupply box and for us to both get a money order that we would then need to cash at the general store because this was the only way to get cash in the town (no ATM) and we needed cash for some things like laundry. We thought about it and decided no matter how fast we were we didn't have time to do laundry and take showers like we had wanted, but we really wanted cleans socks and to dry and few other items out so we washed our socks in the bathroom sink and then took them and put them in the dryer. I came back to the store and chose among a crappy overpriced selection for my next 4 days or so, which would also be the last leg of our hike before reaching Canada. This meant a lot of $.70 top ramen, peanut butter/Nutella and tortillas, some Snickers bars, some crackers, sardines, and chips... it wasn't looking great but would be enough to get me through... and I needed a new fuel canister, but they only had the huge ones which were $12 each and I didn't really have much of a choice. I will probably still be using this one for the next 3 years back in KY if they let me fly home with it, lol. Also, I got 3 cans of beer since they didn't have any hard alcohol for celebrating at the terminus (Butt'rs got a bottle of wine), which meant more heavy weight to carry for the last leg, and finally we paid for the round trip bus fare... all together this ran me like $80 or $90! That's not even counting the laundry or the WiFi, but I had little choice, what can you do? We packed our food away and went to the restaurant next store where I grabbed a cheeseburger and fries and we charged our batteries while we ate. The only good part about not having signal is that my phone was only needed as a map and camera and didn't use much over the past 5 days. By the time we finished eating we barely had enough time to get our laundry and finish packing up before the bus was beginning to load up. We finally met another hiker named Symba, and determined that he was the guy whose tracks we had followed for the last 3 days or so. He seemed cool and nice, but I just didn't have much time to get to know him before we were back on the bus and heading to the trail. It was all-in-all an effective and efficient in and out of town where everything that needed to happen got taken care of, and we were back at the high bridge by the afternoon. We both had to rearrange our things since they were just shoved in due to the rush. While rearranging, a nice guy from Sweden made us some coffee with his aeropress. That was nice, especially since we didn't buy any coffee in town and I was down to just one packet of Starbucks instant coffee. He even gave us like six scoops and put in a ziplock for us. Nice! We now had coffee even if we would have to just drink it cowboy style (just mixed in and not filtered). It was probably about 3:30pm or so when we headed back out and had to climb feeling all this new weight on our backs. It was slow going, but we had decided to just make it to a campsite called "Six Mile" that was about 11 miles in. We passed through a pretty great looking campsite early on. It even had canvas tents and a cabin, but it was too soon to stop. We got to the site a little after dark as the days were getting noticeably short. We walked down to the camp and it got much colder because it was a small valley with a creek flowing through. We had smelled a campfire and were a little hopeful for what that might mean. We walked into the camp and found 3 guys around a campfire with a cute black lab. We set up camp and chatted a little, but I finally asked if they minded if we shared in their fire, it had gotten really cold really fast. They let us warm up around their fire, and we talked as we cooked our dinners. We told them about thru hiking and they told us they were on a trout fishing trip and hiking from spot to spot doing like 6 miles in a day. They went to sleep and after dinner and then we did too... even though it was very very hard to leave that warm fire.

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Apparently it's an ad for some new Hulu show, but my first thought was: is tumblr promoting My Only 12% now? Are they weighing in on the what-year-is-My-Only-12%-set-in discourse?

#my only 12%#my only 12 pct #my only 12 percent #my only twelve percent #my only 12% the series #trying to find the version that doesn't confuse tumblr's tagging system

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14 Lessons from theTrail

As the 2021 hiking season is well underway, the time is right to share wisdom from seasoned veterans of the trail. Brett Fisher (Backtrack) – http://www.wanderabout.org/ – suggested that the five lessons from the PCT as articulated by Anna (North Star) and Chris (Shutterbug) – http://wanderingthewild.com/ – along with the five more added by Bobcat – http://roamingbobcat.wordpress.com/ – and finished off with his own four, would be worthy of publishing. I agreed. Reflection is such an important part of the PCT experience.

These 14 lessons are a powerful reminder to each of us long distance hikers. I love the positive spirit reflected in their words. You may have your own to add and you may take issue with some (I’m still chewing on #8) … please let us know.

Brett ‘Backtrack’ Fisher

North Star and Shutterbug noted that their thru hike of the Pacific Crest Trail taught them many things. Here are five of the most important lessons they learned on the trail.

1) Senses awaken in nature. After years of living in a city, our minds subconsciously created filters to deal with the contant jumble of sensory information. It was thrilling to remove those mental filters and reawaken our senses in the great outdoors. The crack of a distant twig alerted us to an elk, almost hidden in the forest. We could smell day hikers’ deodorant and laundry detergent from several feet away. Our eyes tracked the subtle movements of a soaring hawk adjusting to shifting air currents. The longer we lived in the wild, the sharper our senses became.

2) People are good. On the trail, day hikers and trail angels gave us encouragement, kudos, and tasty food. Other thru hikers shared our joy during good times, and cheered us up during harder moments. Crews of volunteers labored to maintain the trail. The people we met in the small towns along the PCT were incredibly friendly and accommodating. Strangers went out of their way to give us rides, find us rooms, and some even offered us their homes for a night. The kindness and generosity we received went beyond anything we could have expected. We saw the fundamental goodness of people during our thru hike.

3) Hike your own hike. Hikers often tell each other to “Hike your own hike” (HYOH), recognizing a wide variety of backpacking preferences. We knew this phrase before starting the Pacific Crest Trail, but its meaning really sank in with a few hundred miles under our feet. HYOH worked for us in many small ways, such as our hiking pace — we walked slower than most thru hikers so we could take more pictures. But we also realized HYOH applied to larger life choices, such as our decision to continue hiking long trails, rather than immediately returning to desk jobs. To Hike Your Own Hike is to allow yourself to do what works best for you and your passions, and to support others in doing what works for them. The result is greater happiness for everyone.

4) Fewer possessions is freeing. We found that the less we had, the happier we were. Each possession was not only physical weight to carry, but also mental weight. Carrying just one set of clothes meant no decisions about what to wear in the morning. Instead of carrying chairs, which could break or get left behind, we sat on the ground or on logs. Taking only the food we needed made meal choices simple. We didn’t bring bowls and plates, all of which we’d have to clean. Rather we ate right from our pot. With less items to think and fret about, our minds could relax and be open to all the beauty around us. The simple lifestyle is truly freeing.

5) Wilderness is home. As the weeks passed, we became more and more comfortable living in the desert, the mountains, and the forest. A primal part of us came to the forefront. Fresh air, clean water, and open space surrounded us and sustained us. As our relationship with the wilderness deepened, we felt more at home there than we did in civilization. We had not expected this, but it turned out to be one of the most powerful aspects of the hike.

Photo Credit: Rees Hughes

These are the five added by Bobcat.

6) Joy is our natural state. On the trail life is reduced to its most basic necessities: water, food, sleep, shelter, safety from the elements and natural beauty. Because our minds are freed from having to handle what Northstar and Shutterbug call the constant jumble of sensory information, we are open to tackle deeper and deeper levels of thought. Because the trail is so long, at some point we run out of things to ponder, analyze, consider or solve. When that happens, the void that is left seems to immediately be filled with a sense of joy and peace. So, at our most basic level, underneath it all, this must be our natural state.

7) Life is a mirror (you get what you give). I have experienced this more than once on the trail: If I approach the road in a joyful and optimist state, I wait for a hitch less than five minutes; if I approach it with a bad attitude, it will be a long while before I get picked up. The kindness and generosity we received as hikers I believe is in direct correlation to our own state of open-mindedness. The opposite is true also. Fear attracts scary situation. People who feared bears had bear encounters. I started the trail worried about poisonous plants and managed to get poison oak on one leg and poodle-dog-bush on the other. When I became grateful for the cortisone cream two generous hikers gave me, the oozy mess cleared up over night.

8) All you need is love and gratitude. Somewhere in the first few hundred miles of the trail, I became so frustrated with my UV water purifier and so jacked up on iodine that I stopped using any sort of water treatment. Instead, I held the water to my heart and told it, sincerely, “I love you, please don’t make me sick, thank you”. The method proved excellent the whole trail, including with that one batch of “bear pooh water” (see “I believe in angels”). Inspired by my success, I also used this method as sunscreen (I love you Sun, please don’t burn me, thank you), bug-repellent (I love you spider, please stay off my tarp, thank you) and holographic deck (I love you trail, could I get a shady spot, mosquito free, by some water, thank you). Seriously, it works. Try it for yourself.

9) Freedom is an intrinsic quality. Before I left, a good friend told me that the PCT would likely be the one place where I could find enough space to accommodate my humongous need for freedom. All former thru-hikers I have met mention “freedom” as the greatest gift they received from the trail. All that fresh air, clean water and open space seeps into your soul and sticks. I think freedom is always in us, but sometimes our vision of it is clouded. Once we touch that quality within us, it remains wherever the end of the trail finds us. Some of us continue to wander, travel, explore or hike; others return to former lives and jobs from an expanded perspective. In all cases, you can take the hiker off the trail, but not the trail out of the hiker.

10) Laugh it off. Never mind great truths and life-changing discoveries; we know nothing. Any labeled identity we create for ourselves will be destroyed as soon as it’s uttered. I once wrote that my feet hurt, the next day my feet stopped hurting. I once wrote that I preferred solitude, the next day I found myself hiking with a small group of fun people and loving it. I once was very upset at the thought of no-longer being a “thru-hiker”. I think we all feel that way. That is in part why we seek the company of other thru-hikers post-trail. Am I still a hiker if I’m not hiking? Who cares! Each experience is worth its weight in gold. I think it’s important to not take ourselves too seriously and as Dacia so eloquently put, to get out of our own way, learn to surf the wave, revel in the power of it, and let it all come together.

Photo credit: Jim Peacock

And the final four from Backtrack.

11) It’s not a race. Lightweight, a hiker who hadn’t yet escaped the vortex at Casa de Luna, started a list in the Anderson’s trail register, “How To Win the PCT.” First on the list: Be the last to Canada. If you’re hiking northbound that is. Hiking a long trail is not a competition. There aren’t winners and losers. All of us get there only one step at a time.

12) It’s not about the miles, but what happens between the miles. I heard this from my daughter, Dances With Lizards, the only member of Team No Hurries to get to Canada this year. Maybe this is a variation of “the journey is the destination.” We live between the miles. Not in how many miles we’ve walked today, all week, or the whole hiking season.

13) It is what it is. It’s 105 degrees Fahrenheit. It’s 18 miles to water. There’s a thunderstorm right on top of us. The snake ate the rabbit babies. I am very hungry. It isn’t good and it isn’t bad. It is what it is and has no need for meaning. I take a break in the shade in the heat of the day. I carry 4 liters of water. I hunker down from the rain and lightning and watch the display. A snake’s got to eat, too. I eat some food. It is what it is, now and in this moment.

14) There’s pain but that doesn’t mean there is suffering. A day hiker descending Mount Whitney says to me, “Are we having fun yet?” I am huffing and puffing and legs burning on the way up and pant out, “I think we do this for other reasons than fun.” Walking on blisters hurts. Legs and knees and ankles and feet sometimes ache, and sometimes all ache at the same time. Sometimes I am very hungry. Sometimes I smell very bad and so do all my companions. My socks have holes in them. Yet, I laugh at the pain and discomfort. We laugh together. There is joy out here on this trail. Between every step and every mile.

15) add yours here …

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