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So, God was physically helping me? That was pretty amazing. I thanked him over and over, calling on him whenever I needed more help. And you know what? It worked.

For the next hour, I felt that hand on my backpack when I needed a little help, and eventually I stopped looking to make sure it wasn’t Luke. I didn’t want him hurting himself trying to help me. That was the last thing we needed.

I remember the relief we all felt when the trail started to even out. I don’t know if everyone was as happy about it as I was, but man, was I happy.

Once the trail evened out, we were making much better time. It was almost forty-five minutes between breaks now, and that was usually when someone needed to go to the bathroom.

It was almost time for lunch, and we were all getting hungry.

“Hey, does anyone know when we’re stopping and eating lunch? And what are we having?”

Luke announced “We’ll stop at point C and eat. Ok?”

“Ok, wait. Luke, you’re not in charge. Let’s look at the map and we’ll talk about when we’ll stop for lunch. Ok? Is everyone ok with that?”

There was lots of mumbling and whispering at this point.

Luke clearly wasn’t happy with everyone, but he was going to have mutiny on his hands if he didn’t do something.

“Fine. Here, take the maps. Let’s all sit down, waste more time, and discuss where we’re eating lunch.

After a half an hour of discussion, it was decided that yes, point C was the best spot to stop and eat lunch.

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*Everything here is from my own memory and may not be correct. Outward Bound is not responsible for anything I post here. Thanks too NCOBS for letting me use their photos.*