I mentioned I slept until day break and what a glorious day break it was. Beautiful blue sky. I texted Lenora “what a difference a day makes”. Had I not called for Lenora to come get me during my low point I could have gone on very easily. I felt great… got some quarters from the morning staff, did laundry, took a shower, and I was pretty sure it was never going to rain again :). So lesson learned… Do not make any major decisions when you are at the low point. Try and remember all the great times that have gone before and know that those times will come again. Maintain a positive attitude. Don’t let that devil get into your brain and turn you negative. But I am also really happy to be home right now. Going to spend the week at home. Need to get a new phone and need to figure out what I need to get to keep me dryer in these times as they will come again. After Memorial Day I will start again from the KOA. This will put me a week behind my schedule BUT based on the freak storms we are having I think that getting the High Sierra’s a week later will be a good thing.

Also remember when I had the fall and lost my knife as it went down the mountain. When I got home on my birthday, I found a package from Martha. She sent me a new knife!! Of course, a bigger and better knife that before. This is a knife that will make Bears and Mountain Lions run the other way in terror.

During the stay at the KOA I talked with lots of other hikers. Most of them were much smarter that me and Shutter Bug. They knew the storm was coming and just stayed where they were for a day. So I guess with just a little bit of planning some of these things can be avoided. Who knew?? OR… I could have listened to Lenora when she mentioned that she was not happy about dropping me off given the OBVIOUS storm that was moving in.

Life is good. Love being home. Will love getting back on the trail after Memorial Day. Stay tuned and God Bless.

Lenora’s note: Friends with a faith life are one of God’s great gifts in this life. My Women’s Ministry let me vent, let me discharge some of my fear and anxiety in a safe place and prayed with me for the safety of my ‘wayward’ husband. Jean even got her volunteer training early so I could head up the mountain. My only thought was on finding Don and a little wonder at what the note “What a difference a day makes” might mean. I wondered if I might get to the top of the mountain and find he did not need rescue at all but would want to just give me a kiss and hit the trail again. I practiced my cheerful accepting response to this possibility but can now admit when he shared that he was coming home for a break I was full of joy and relief. Now home we can plan for the next leg of the ‘adventure’ to begin after the Memorial Day obligations and family time.