It was a chilly morning as the sky had been clear all night. When we got to the bridge we had someone take our photo. I still fell as if I won this bridge, and I could hear people, not so familiar with the bridge delight in seeing it, and express some concern for the height and water below. It became clear to me that the organizers weren't kidding that some people have a fear of bridges, and for that reason there was a bus that would take people to the other side, where they could begin their walk there. But to me walking on the bridge was literally like walking home from school.The first sight we saw when we came down off the bridge was my friend Susan standing with a magic wand. She had been asked about 100 times to move her car, but she had decided that was where she was going to be until she saw us. Like a lot of people who may have come to cheer us on, they had to wait longer than they may have anticipated since Team: Are We There Yet? was not one for early starts. I wish I had taken a photo of Susan when she lit up seeing us all come down the path.
After leaving Bayside, the day was getting away from us. We had time to make up. In fact the past pit stop we hit was closing down for the day. I was determined to get to the cheer section at Park School just in case there were some people waiting. After all this is my town. Allison and I walked at break neck speed trying to get there. We walked through Sycamore Park, and I was really disappointed there was not visible signs of support here for the walk. It would be so perfect if the neighborhood would decorate the streets in pink or put out signs of welcome. The streets are narrow and tree lined, and they were made for this kind of acknowledgement. I swear, in the future, if I am not walking, I am cheering somewhere. It means so much.
We got to the lunch stop and waited for Patti and Barbara to arrive. Instead of eating, we used the stop for beverages and stretching.... and well you know. The Mill Valley Middle School field was a great spot to rest.
Looking ready for another 15?
Can you see that guy peering through the door. He was sitting outside and told us before we went in that we couldn't use their restrooms. Ok...Smitty's I have your number...and I have Team" Are we There Yet? husbands' numbers too. Slackers! Thanks Dana, this tip was what earned you your honorary membership in this years team!
It was approrpiate that as we made the turn to the Vahalla, Sally Stanford's old haunt/bordello/restaurant we ran into the Hookers for Hooters. Time to dance again.
Three walkers on the bridge. The wind is blowing pretty hard in the middel of the bridge, but here, there was just a cool breeze. Earlier I made a turn on the hill and my hat flew off, the first time in all the days of training that that happened. I took off my hat and held it tight for the walk across the bridge. I wlaked pretty fast as Ihad given up my long sleeved shirt and sweatshirt and sent them along to the camp. It was cold by now! Flagman met us at camp. I ran to the tent to get my sweathirt and returned to meet the guys at our clandestined meeting spot, on the edge of camp.
And so we left camp for the eveing to eat at the grill at St Francis. The luxury of the hot shower (not in a truck) and the hair dryer (so we didn't have to speep in wet hair) was only matched by the pure joy of being together with our guys and Kate. The idea of sleeping at home came up again, but we decided we would see what sleeping in a gale would be like. If we could walk 40 miles in two days...we could sleep in a gale. Besides, I suggest... it would be good for the blog.
Soon to be busted...
Back at Crissy... ouch