Sunday
morning is, to me, the moment of truth. We get up early and dress quickly
because in addition to breakfast, a trip to the medical tent to bandage up
blisters and cover hot spots, filling water bottles and stretching, and all of
the tasks necessary before we line up to the starting point, we have to break
camp. And with the task of breaking camp comes that moment of truth – can I get
my sleeping bag and my air mattress rolled up correctly so that they fit back
into their respective storage bags. Once I pass that test, the next step is
getting everything back into my duffle bag and getting it loaded into the gear
truck. I’m happy to say that it was an easy task this year, due to the brand
new backpacking-type sleeping bag we bought. Very warm and very compact.
Perfect!
It’s
always a little hard to leave camp that day, knowing that we won’t be back for
another year. There’s something about the whole 3Day culture that is special
and unique. The kindness, the energy, the spirit of unity, the fun… it’s
something you need to experience for yourself to totally understand. And once
you do, you will never be the same.
Sunday
we went by ferry back to Fisherman’s Wharf to start our day. I met up with Pina
and Saundra and we Walked together for the day. We got on the first ferry out
of the dock. It was a gorgeous morning. Here is a view of the sunrise, as seen
from the ferry window:
And
the view inside the ferry:
We
got to the wharf and off we went into the day:
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