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July 9
It's clear now that I am the only one who still feels the need to
walk all day. Pete seems to really be winding down, wanting to
sleep late, not prone to walk farther than is comfortable. I don't
know what is driving me. Maybe I just can't imagine ever stopping.
Maybe I'm in denial that the end is near. Pete graciously tolerates
my impulses.
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July 10
We are sticking to the crest, traversing southwest, then west,
then north along various ridges. As we walk around a bend we
spook a bear cub, which runs right up a tree next to us. We stop
cold, and the cub hangs a Uee, runs straight down the tree, and
disappears.
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July 11
A momentous day arrives! Pete dons his flowing green cap and
gown, which he wears for the rest of the day. We perform a
simple ceremony, and walk 23 miles. Its hard to lend a sense
of formality to such an unusual ceremony but I do my best. I
feel proud of Pete and get caught up in the occasion. I wonder
what my own graduation will be like.
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