I don't know who was most excited that morning when the three of us hoisted packs on our backs and started off down the trail. Just before we disappeared from the view of our yard, I turned for one more wave. You woulda thought we were marching off to war or something. I even saw Aunt Lou blow her nose on her whitte hankie. They all looked glad and sad at the same time - happe we were doing something we really wanted to do, anxious that everything would go alright, and a bit sad we were growing up.

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