The Canadian Rockies stretch out ahead. Over the past couple of days, my lounge has been strewn with the ‘definite’ pile and the ‘maybe’ pile. My kitchen scales are to one side; they have helped me to determine the fate of the two possibilities of clothing. It is all about packing light and packing essentials. I keep stopping to lift my rucksack onto my back, checking to see that nothing is going to labour me on my travels. One luxury item has made it into the bag, and that is the travel coffee percolator. We’ll be glad of that in the mornings when we’re wild camping.
But there’s something cleansing and therapeutic about packing like this. The hairdryer isn’t coming, neither is the make-up or the perfume. There'll be no hiding from who I naturally am! I’ve chosen the lightest book of poetry I could find. I don’t want any unnecessary weight. I don’t want any crappy equipment that will cause me more grief and effort than benefit. I don’t want to find that I’ve carried something for two weeks and that it has ultimately had no use. I don't want any excess. I don't want any dead wood. A lesson for life, I think.
I need this time away from everything more than anything else right now. I don’t quite know how it will spring-clean my thoughts and my emotions, but I am certain that it will do me good and help me to learn a lot about myself.
Ciao, lovely friends.
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