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I was glad that Luke didn’t try and rub it in. That would have turned a bad situation worse.

“Is anybody not ready?”

When no one said anything, I headed down the trail. I was hungry, so I wanted to get to point C!

About a half an hour later, we arrived at the end of the trail.

“So, um… is this point C? Or is it not? Where are we?”

After a hasty consultation, it was decided that we were at point C. Everyone cheered – we were ready to eat! It had been a while since breakfast, and there hadn’t been enough of that.

“Ok, cooks, get ready! Who has the kitchen bag and the food? What are we having?”

Luke was giving orders again. The rest of the crew was not happy with him. I didn’t really care, even though I was supposed to be a LOD too. I was too overwhelmed with my own problems to help the rest of the crew.

The bags got pulled out as soon as we knew what we were eating. Everyone searched their bags for the things we were going to need – tortillas, the beans we had hydrated that morning, cheese, and salsa.

It wasn’t a meal that took much preparation. But it was really yummy! I was enjoying my new appetite – it meant I could actually enjoy some of the food we had, instead of freaking out because I wasn’t eating enough.

Jen and Katie came over to us to get their food, but then they moved over to their own spot 20 feet away. It was strange to see them and yet not be sitting with them. They’d been around for so long, and now they weren’t.

I didn’t talk to them, even though I wanted to. I wasn’t sure if that was allowed, and I didn’t want to break any rules. When I was done eating I packed up my bag again and sat down, waiting until everyone was ready to go again.

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