The thing is; sometimes you need to travel inward; into your heart. That can be a tricky trail. As I packed my bags in Dallas, I was looking forward to just getting away and leaving my everyday life behind for a couple of weeks. My mother’s funeral had just been a few days before my departure and I was thinking this trip would offer me an escape or at least a little relief from reality.
But, you don’t always know what awaits you on the trail. What’s over the next ridge? What’s around the next bend? The trail has many surprises.
After exploring Puerto Natales, I returned to the hostel where I would meet my guide and fellow hikers. I was looking forward to meeting some new people and establishing some new relationships and not thinking about the ones lost. So I thought, until our orientation began with self introductions and my fellow hiker, Sam, introduced himself and his mother, Maggie, who would be hiking with him. His introduction was an unexpected sucker punch to my gut. The trail has its rewards but also comes with its pain.
It seems as though I would need to travel to the bottom of the earth to discover something hidden in my own heart. We all hike our own trails and sometimes we’ll meet along the way. Of course, my trail began with my mother but her trail and mine would go different directions after I completed seventh grade. Some trails are tougher than others and both my mother and I had some tough parts along each of our trails. Fortunately, fate would unite our trails about forty years later with the wind to our backs. My mother and I had a great adventure together those last few years and these last five days have surely been a great adventure here in Patagonia. The trail offered so many discoveries and every step had an amazing view of our Mother Nature. Even when the trail got tougher, it would take you somewhere that took your breath away; someplace beautiful, someplace heavenly.
So, keep checking-in as I share my discoveries along Patagonia’s W Trek.