
My right leg had gone completely numb, prompting me to take a moment to sit down for a break. Mosquitoes, gleeful that their prey had stopped, took full advantage of the situation. I could barely slap the things away, my hands barely opening at this point. I couldn't even untie my boots to get at those blisters I felt forming on my heel.
This was day 3 and I was no longer under any illusion that I was in trouble. 14 miles, we had gone up and over 2 passes. I had lost sight of the group promptly after lunching at the Nisqually bridge, my energy level plummeting, completely ignoring the fact that I still had a full day to go.
I'd learn later on that I wasn't the only one suffering casualties. An hour ahead of me, John had bottomed out and was now sitting on the trail. Jayson had developed a blister that covered his entire heel. Dave, freak of nature that he is, was fine and beat the three of us into camp by 2 hours.
Dave though, was leaving after today. Jayson, John, and I had other things to consider - the fact that this was the easiest of our "long" days weighed heavily on all our minds.
The hardest thing to get over is pride. John regularly puts in 20 mile hikes on the trails. Jayson and I had already conquered New Zealand. Its these things that led us to believe we could do the Wonderland in only 7 days, when everyone else does it in 10. We still had longer days ahead of us - one of them being an 18 mile day with 5,000 feet of elevation gain - we had to be smart.
It hurt, giving up. This trip had been a life long dream of mine. It was meant to be the perfect cap to my year's worth of travel. And we weren't going to be able to do it. We had only put away a third of the mileage and already I had developed a pretty bad case of tendinitis.
This incontrovertible truth hit me as I was finally out of the woods, hiking along the road. In just 2 miles, I would finally be done with the day, meeting up with the support group to end the single hardest day of hiking in my life. Then out of nowhere, a group of 6 10 year-olds and their moms barreled past me. When you have kids passing you up on the trail, its time to re-evaluate your goals.
So next year. We'll be smarter, having been humbled by the mountain.

Day 3 photoset