August 1st, 2012: We took a break along the trail.
And called big brother Butch to check in. I was feeling overwhelmed and ready to come home but I didn’t want to disappoint Skip who has been so nice to me my whole life. His wife had made it clear that if I came home, he had to too. We all agreed that if I was that strung out, it was time to come home. I felt relief… and sadness… and thankfulness that none of my brothers accused me of being a wimp!
Skip along the shores of the Missouri. It was oh so hot but the river was oh so dirty so we didn’t jump in.