“And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.” – John Muir

My motivation to go out and hike long distances and be alone is just like “John of the Mountains” describes. It’s a way to reset, to calm down, to get away from all that is unnecessary and necessary, be more at peace with yourself and have time to reflect.
Being close to nature from morning to night, having a smile on your face when you see the first flowers blossoming and wondering about where the little bird is flying to that just caught your eye. Finding gratitude in the little things and being astounded by the bigger picture.
And it is about freedom. All that matters is food, water and a place to pitch your tent or find shelter. No responsibilities.

If only it would be like that all the time. Truth be told, it isn’t. But that’s on me.
Because my other motivation and side of it, and I think John Muir wouldn’t agree here, is to push your limit. Mentally and physically.

It can be absolutely dreadful being alone for a long period of time averiging 50 km/day when it’s been raining and you’re cold. Maybe you did not find a good place to pitch your tent and you were just having a couple of rough days all together, no matter the reason. No nice views, no wildlife, no nature to be had, long walks by a busy street on a hot summer day, thoughts about your past and future that may be unsettling. Or your body just hurts from the exertions. You’re alone in these situations and have to digest and get through them somehow.
All of the above means long distance hiking. It’s gruesome and glorious at the same time.