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I ran for the first mile or two. I figured that I’d run as far as I could in the beginning, and then I’d run more later if I need to make up time. But I didn’t know how much water I was going to get, and I didn’t want to have to run uphill.

The first mile (and probably the second) was downhill on a gravel road. I ran the majority of it, taking breaks every five minutes or so to get my breath back before running again. It was working well for me.

But then the road decided to go uphill, and I couldn’t do it anymore. So I walked at a brisk pace, but I didn’t run.

I saw something gray lying on the road ahead of me. Sarah Margaret, Jordan and Rebecca were walking in front of me, so I called up to them “Am I the only one who thinks that’s Bobby’s shirt?”

They looked at it and laughingly agreed with me – that was definitely Bobby’s shirt. A couple of minutes later they yelled back to me “Car, Brett! There’s a car coming!”

I yelled “Thanks!” as I moved to the side of the road. The car passed – the first of several cars. I wondered if they knew we were doing our PCE, or if they just thought it was a bunch of people out for a run.

After a while, I started recognizing where we were. We had been on this road the day before! We had been going in the opposite direction, but it was definitely the same road.

There was the trail we had taken yesterday, there was the spot I had slipped and almost landed in the dirt. There was the little parking lot we had taken a break in. As I kept walking past these places we had been in yesterday, I grimaced as I remembered that horrible morning. But then I smiled as I remembered eating dinner on top of the mountain. That had been so amazing!

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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.*