I’m 46, and I’m from North Carolina. Three years ago, after my divorce, I headed out to the West Coast to hike the Pacific Crest Trail. I walked from the Canadian border to South Lake Tahoe, CA. Since winter was approaching, I decided not to attempt continuing the trail through the Sierras, and instead I found a job and a roommate on Craigslist, and I’ve lived here since.
On January 3rd of this year, I got a FB message from a girl whom I dated in 1992, and hadn’t seen or talked to since. We messaged each other for a week, then texted each other, then started talking on the phone, every night, for hours. She lives in Virginia, so the time difference was a little rough. I invited her out here, and she was brave enough to take the chance, and flew here on Feb 1st and stayed a week.
We fell in love. She went back to VA and we talked everyday for hours until I flew to VA to visit her on April 1st through the 11th. I’m leaving in a few days to finish my hike, from the Mexican border to Tahoe. After that, I’m flying back to VA, and she is packing her car and we are driving cross country back to Tahoe to live together, and get married.