After a huge breakfast that reveals to Pete the futility of Rick's
pancake challenge, we reluctantly and fondly say farewell to Seiad
Valley. But soon we're climbing hard, still in the spirit of the
trail. For a short time we still enjoy the presence of trail moments,
but we can feel the uncertain future encroaching with the Oregon
We know this will be the last day before our purposes drastically
change. We easily get lost in our own thoughts, linger in nice
places, take notice of the daily rituals that are coming to an end.
I've always admired Pete, but in the past months I've seen him grow,
wrestle with his past, revel in joys, fight physical pain, risk his
life, overcome fear, and give generously without expecting anything
in return. I wonder what it will be like when we part ways.
It doesn't take long to reach the border. There are whoops and
hollers, hugs, and photographs. Then we are walking again, just
like before. Only now we're headed for the road - to catch a ride.
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