Morning finally came, I grabbed a couple of boiled eggs from the snowbank cooler and HB and I went for a long walk. 2 camps down I found “hobo coffee” and gratefully filled my cup. Further on I met a youngun named Rachel who encouraged me not to give up after hearing my admission of being a “fair weather” camper. From there I continued on, beyond the scattered campsites, a dismal logging site, and up to a quiet place on the empty road where I had heart to heart with God. HB pretended not to notice my tears as questioned myself asked for guidance, courage, and protection. Instead she begged for her share of the eggs and we trekked back to our waterlogged site to break camp.