Island Bound

We waited nearly an hour for the ferry to show up to take us to the island. We slept on Treasure Island again this year. We were tired, having Walked all day and then stood on our feet for an hour before we got on the ferry. Then once we got to the island, we still had to Walk about a mile and a half to get to camp.

And just when we were at the breaking point, right about the time we felt we just couldn’t Walk another step, we came around the corner and who did we find – the Hookers!!

They were laughing and singing and dancing. Not sure what the dance was but it reminded me of the line dances popular in the 80’s,

For some reason, the members of the Safety Crew frequently use the phrase, “Piece of cake” as part of the many ways they try to encourage the Walkers and help us along. (Who knows? Maybe is part of the stuff they talk about during their training day; they start on Thursday before the Walkers arrive. :-D ) A few of us started to question them – “All day long people keep telling us ‘piece of cake’, ‘piece of cake’… so where’s my cake? No one has given us cake.”

Finally, at dinner, someone gave us cake (well technically it was a brownie but we were roughing it so close enough).

After dinner, I took my shower. By the time I called Dave, the conversation went something like this, “Hi Babe. Doing great. I am so tired I can’t even make conversation. I love you. Call you in the morning. Good night.” I walked back to my tent, crawled into my sleeping bag, set my alarm, and was almost immediately asleep.