| Everything needed on the trek must be carried along. * * *|
I realize Im in reverie-mode and start playing with the word itself: to see again, to hold in awe, to be reverential, to be the most reverend. I laugh out loud, thinking, oh yeah, the airs thin, the grogs got gusto, and Im getting goofy. But its more than that. Its such a treat that the mind can think about what the mind is thinking about. I think about my father, dead now for 33 years; about Bernadette and her physical courage; about good friends of 50 years; about people Ive mistreated and some whove done me dirt, too. I beam about what Bernadette and I have accomplished so far on our cruise, and soon Im tromping along. Sure, my lungs are screeching some, but I dont mind; my backpack full of water bottles, clothes, supplies, sleeping bag, and mattress feels lighter.