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i’m glad the shit that lives in the ocean lacks the ability to leave the ocean because most of it is scary as fuck
with a preview for a video game, and then you find a few forging and metalworking videos, and then the next thing you know you’ve got 19 tabs open, and half of them are videos of people cutting fish at japanese markets. Youtube is a wondrous thing.
maybe once a month, maybe a bit more frequently, I end up googling what I’d need for the AT. I read my way through a half-dozen links, making mental checklists of what I already have and what I’d need. And eventually my wanderlust sobers up enough to remember that I’ll never have the handful of months set aside for a thru-hike, never be completely satisfied with a section-hike, and never be comfortable with the financial drain. I wouldn’t want to blog about it, or check in every other day with anybody, or worry about the battery charge and safety of my phone or camera, or think about the temporarily abandoned responsibilities. I doubt I’ll ever really do it. But I think it might make me happy.