In late February 2021, I became more encouraged a full thru-hike would be possible. Because I was now 65 years old, I was able to be an early recipient of the vaccine. The timing was right for me to get the second dose and wait the recommended time before traveling to New Mexico. Around that same time, the state's quarantine order was dropped.
Tengo had other commitments now, but I was able to recruit another friend. Zigzag had hiked the Appalachian Trail the year I hiked the PCT. We intended to hike the whole trail together.
As a bonus, Polecat said he wanted to hike some of the trail with me, much as he had done for segments of the AT and PCT.
A few weeks before leaving, Zigzag, Polecat, and I made a training hike at a nearby state park. A thru-hike was finally looking like it was going to happen.
With the continued support of my wife Kim, the pieces were falling into place. Now I just needed to find out if my body could still handle the rigors of going up and down mountains for nearly six months.
As I reflected on my post-surgery dream, I wanted to take it as a sign everything would work out, that I would be able to hike and complete the CDT. But the truth is, I have difficulty believing in messages from dreams. I think they can be taken too literally, and they are easily wrapped in subjective interpretation.
Still, I believe in dreaming, the act of planning and hoping for the future. And right now, I'm intently dreaming about a wonderful experience of completing the CDT and long-distance hiking's Triple Crown.