Trail nostalgia

It’s been over a year and a half since I did the John Muir Trail. Three weeks of my life that continue to have an ongoing impact on me. Few other periods of my adult life have given me quite such a strong sense of nostalgia. Perhaps two or three other experiences can evoke as powerful a feeling.

Painting yosemite
Yosemite, by Victorian adventurer and artist, Marianne North

Whilst I can go days and often weeks without thinking about it, the waves of longing, when they hit, can be incredibly forceful. It’s almost as if I miss a person, rather than a place or an experience.

And in some ways I do. I miss the person I felt myself to be on the trail. I miss the feeling of possibility, of boldness, and of confidence that I had during that time. I miss what I thought I might become and haven’t quite, yet. I love the person who prepared for that experience, and the person who did it. I still can’t believe it was me.

Mount Whitney, John Muir Trail
Top of Mount Whitney

I miss the people that I met on the trail. From those I spent only minutes with, to those I walked for days with. One special person comes to mind in particular. Who I miss very much.

I miss the feeling of absolute certainly that there was nothing I’d rather be doing and nowhere I’d rather be. Even when I was tired, my back hurt and I was in dire need of some fresh food. The knowledge in each moment that this was one of those experiences in life that I’d carry with me forever. That it doesn’t get any better than this.

There are a few moments in your life when you are truly and completely happy, and you remember to give thanks. Even as it happens you are nostalgic for the moment, you are tucking it away in your scrapbook.

David Benioff

I don’t know what’s brought this on. Perhaps it’s remembering that I got my permit approved about two years ago. Perhaps it’s hearing from a trail friend today. Maybe it’s the weather (which is terrible). Or because I overdosed on a trail playlist favourite – Nick Drake – at the weekend.

Whatever has caused it, I’m not sure what to do with this feeling. Wallow in it? Embrace it? Accept that it’s ok to feel a little sad and nostalgic once in a while? And that it’s an inevitable part of having had such an incredible experience. Or, maybe I should just pour myself a fireball.

4 thoughts on “Trail nostalgia

  1. if I ever need to smile I think of mount whitney sunrise

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  2. I know what you mean, and I only did one week on the trail.

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    1. Really stays with you doesn’t it ☺️

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