“If we keep no diary [journal], the path crumbles away behind us as our feet leave it; and days gone by are but little more than a blank, broken by a few distorted shadows. Life is all confined within the limits of to-day….”
We received a phone call last Monday night. Zac was on the line, breathing HARD. "Get dad's binoculars and look out your back window", he said. Then he put Treyson on the line, "Drawhma, we are hiking to the M !"
Sure enough, we could see the speck of white, which was CJ's shirt. Zac was wearing red, so it was harder to see. Zac carried Tagg on his shoulders, CJ carried Dorkey. Treyson plodded along, and a great time was had by all :)
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