Dear Mom, Dad, Alicia and Scooby, Sheena, Clayton and whoever else I missed,
Well now I am in the last section before I come home. It’s the hardest one, but the best one. Handcarts – man, they are heavy. We’ve gone 40 miles (I think) so far with them and they weigh about 750lbs with six people on one. My team is the best. We’re called, “The Flintstones” and the the other half of the group is called the Rubble’s. Nice, eh? I’m Dino. (woof).
We don’t hike at all today cuz we’ve gone so far so fast. Speed Demons. Man. We are the best group. I love it.
I have an indian name too – Morning Glory. Funny hu? Me? I always get up earlier than most people – sometimes I am up before the sun! Crazy, huh? It’s going to be weird jumping back into life quick. (NG- I was always up early in the morning because I served as the “look out” for my group as we stole food from the staff. We were so hungry…justified stealing from the people who were responsible for it. One important thing I learned in Challenger was that you had to be manipulative in order to get through it).
The first thing i want to do is cook the family dinner, okay? Then go to long beach – where nobody goes (I have a farmer’s tan, not good).
Are you going to come get me or do I fly in and meet y’all at the airport? I don’t want to keep bothering you but I only have 90 miles til I’m coming home. Two weeks and three days. I NEED to know. All my dreams are messed up. Some nights I see you at the Circle D restaurant and other times you’ve picked me up at the airport. I have to get this straight before my mind goes nuts- crazy- bonkers (I think you’ve got the point). Continue reading