Day 16, The Deluge Day

Fork lightning, jabbing at the earth. Thunder belly rumbles across the sky and all around me. Again, I am pushing Precious up a climb. I’ve given up. No, no. This is supposed to be an easier day than yesterday, and yet here I am on the tips of my toes and flat out pushing. The air crackles and one minute I’m dry and suffering in beat-down-upper-cut full sun and the next, I’m soaked to the bone. To the calcium and marrow. I look up ahead to where the curve disappears around the bend and into the trees. There is a …

Day 17, The Stand & Deliver Day

Jerked awake by the pitiful, alarmed cry of my phone in the living room, I stumble out of my baby bear bed and into the darkness of the B&B. Breakfasts are made, bags are packed, SPOT trackers are urged to wipe the crust from their eyes and make contact with a satellite. Or two. I wander out on to the porch and peer out into the darkness. A pre-dawn light is there, refracting off the deep mist. This is gonna be a foglight escape. Taking a contemplative chew of a peanut butter sandwich, I begin to track all the gear …