Leaving
I was starting to make piles around camp. This is what I do at home. I make piles. Organized piles. When stuff gets organized I can then pack or put away the mess. My partner heard me and stumbled out of the tent.
“You making piles?”
“Yep!”
“I’ll make breakfast and join you.”
I flipped the tent over and started to take it apart. It was extraction day. Try to leave and if things get out of hand call in the national guard to extract us. Right? I joined my partner on a rock to plan our get-away.
It was simple. Walk the bikes down the valley. Or maybe try. I attempted to ride a couple of times with not so good outcomes. But the decent was not all that bad. We did have the great views.
Since I have legs like a giant I can cover more ground then my partner’s. This gave me time to stop for photos of some things that we missed coming up two days before.
But then again it was hard only because the bikes seemed awkward in this environment. I think hand gliders would be better suited.
My thoughts kept going back to when we arrived. When she walked passed me and said “never again”.
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