The Walk schedule had to be adhered to because of
the permits granted, commitments made, people waiting. Once the leg
muscles got toned and the blisters calloused over, it wasn’t usually
too hard despite the long miles There were not too many mosquitoes,
not too many no-see-ums, not too many ticks and no one found a snake
in a sleeping bag or boots. There were many sunny days just right for
being outdoors, some a little too warm, others too cool. There were
only two days of thunderstorms.
Then, there was Monday, March 11th. the
words of Dave Hartgrove:
|It was 43 degrees. The wind, 30MPH and gusting
higher, made it feel much colder. And it was raining. The drops,
driven by the howling winds felt like tiny ice cubes slamming into
bare skin. Simply standing in this meteorological mess was a challenge.
Walking 17 miles was an experience beyond description. Tears of
desperation and determination did little to warm their numbed, weather-beaten
faces. And still they walked. A stranger’s compassion allowed
them a warm respite for lunch. But after an hour they put their
recently thawed feet back into their cold, wet boots and walked
back out into the storm’s fury. When you’re out on a
mission for future generations, you do what needs to be done. It
was a truly inspiring sight.