Egremont Inn, South Egremont, MA
6:00 a.m.
It was a long night full of “what ifs” . . . what if we try to rest, what if we try to go on . . . ultimately Turtle and Navigator decided to make the hardest call of all and that was to go home. By 9:30 a.m. I was in an airplane headed to Hartford, CT, and then to Ergremont, MA to pick up them up.
When I arrived it was clear that they were still wrestling with things. This year I didn’t take pictures when I came to pick them up. In fact, I’m not sure that anyone would have wanted to see what Navigator’s feet looked like, because his heels were covered with different size blisters from the point where his ankle bone was back to his heel. Ugh!
We rushed to pack their things so we could drive to Dalton, MA to pick up their stuff at the next mail drop, then it was another push to get to Hartford for the last flight of the day. What usually is a joyful time with much conversation was a solemn time with much silence. I tried to be the chatterbox, filling them in on things that had been happening at home, but they were pretty bummed out.
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