Finding the camp didn’t turn out to be that difficult. It might have been if there had been any warning of our coming, but there wasn’t. We watched the place all through the end of the night, waiting for the thing that passed for dawn. Waiting to see my dad.

Light came back slowly; we made plans and talked of small things.

Just before we moved, I said, “how many have you gotten home?”

They looked at each other. “Many.” Bhuto finally said.

”Not all?”

”Not all.”

I nodded.

I couldn't thon this year, so I thought I would make the rounds to show support. Remember why you do this! You only have a handful of hours left! Listen to Jackson Five! My comments become more exclamatory with each passing bear!

Jonathan
"I'll go forwards, you go backwards, and somewhere we will meet..."

Thanks for your comment, you keep it up too. 2 hours, we can do this...right?