All along the way I was collecting spider webs. I kept hoping to meet another hiker so the trail would already be clear. It was just a mile to go when I exchanged greetings with a hiker that told me that was the problem with hiking early. I agreed but morning miles are still the best.
I had to crawl under Harold's van to find the keys but I was at the pickup point by 9 AM waiting. Finally about 45 minutes later, Graham and Mark walked out of the woods. They said Arron was moving slow. His feet were giving him a fit. A little while later Arron and Harold appeared and we started the drive home.
At the church anxious parents were gathering to pickup their boys. They backed off a little when they got a good whiff of boys that had not seen a shower in eight days. One mother told her son it was only 1 1/2 miles to walk home. She did eventually let him in the car.
One dad asked about next year. I told him I needed a couple weeks to get over this trip. Okay, it didn't take one night to make that decision. I got a text from Aaron's mom telling me he had called her at the beach twice to tell her about the trip. If he (blisters and all) was that excited then I already know my answer. Yes, let's do it again next year!