We woke up really early.
We rode in a limo to the Cow Palace.
We cried.
We walked.
We laughed at Hookers and cherished a couple of old guys.
We met some firemen.
We walked some more.
We walked some more again.
We still walked some more.
We took a very traumatic shower in a truck.
We at spaghetti & meatballs and a bunch of other stuff.
We opened camp mail.
We visited the Remembrance Tent
We won Best Tent Decorations.
We slept in pink tents.
We woke up early again.
We walked across the Golden Gate Bridge.
We walked some more.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
My feet were killing me, and I decided to sweep to lunch so I could rest.
I ate lunch and rested.
I felt nauseous thanks to 100 degree heat.
Two of us swept again, but back to the Golden Gate Bridge.
We walked across the Golden Gate Bridge again.
We walked back to camp.
We took still traumatic showers, but with people we DIDN’T know, so it wasn’t AS bad.
We cheered our teammates in.
We ate dinner.
We slept in pink tents again.
We woke up even earlier.
We packed all our crap up and ate breakfast.
We walked.
We went up hill.
We went up hill again.
We went up hill some more.
We kept going up hill.
We went up hill when I didn’t think we could go up hill some more.
We walked.
And walked.
And walked.
We arrived at Ft. Mason.
We cried.
We hugged.
We sat down.
We walked our final steps into a crowd filled with loved ones.
We raised our shoes to survivors.
We, as an event, raised $4.8 million dollars.
We went home.

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Pictures can be found at flickr. You can view my photostream and our group’s photostream. I’m working on a Long Version, but I’m trying to include as many details as possible, and it’s taking a while. I’m also writing thank you cards, so those are coming, too.
THANK YOU to everyone for your donations, support and encouragement. The whole thing was pretty much a life-changing experience. I can’t go back to “before the walk”, and I’m still floundering a bit with all my new found “free time”. I’m hoping to be better about blogging soon. ![]()
