I don't know what I'm doing...

I don’t know what I’m doing.

I had this idea that is suddenly not an idea anymore.

The idea is real life.

A long time in the future is now.

I’ve prepared.

But I’m not prepared.

I’ve no idea what lay ahead of me, I haven’t dotted any “i”s or crossed any “t”s.

By Monday however, I’ll be dropped in one of the most remote places I’ve ever been, from there we’ll see what happens.

I don’t know what I’m doing, but maybe that’s a good thing.

If I knew what was ahead, I would never have got here.

It would be too much.

I’d be too scared.

I could never start.

“Ignorance is bliss” they say.

Let’s just hope I’m not too ignorant.

Hope I’ve prepared just enough.

Jacob.

Photos of the tent I will be calling home for the next two months and the backpack I sewed that I'm very much hoping will survive the abuse it is about to get as I hike the Arizona Trail.