Time for A Rest

My muscles screamed and my head began to pound. We had been walking for 45 minutes, but after the long hike yesterday and this morning as we had packed the SUV, I was beyond my physical limits.“Dan, can we rest?”

He sighed and led us to the shade under a tall oak tree by the side of the road. I took off my shoe and dumped out a rock that had been causing me discomfort for about a mile. Wiping the stray hairs from my eyes I took a look at Dan, expecting to see a mirror of my emotions. He was placidly holding out a bottle of water with the last drink saved for me. It wasn’t enough, but I took it.

He leaned quietly against the trunk, watching me. I sat, one leg bent, still catching my breath.

“What are you feeling?”

The question caught me by surprise. I was cranky, tired, hot and sticky. I was angry at myself for leaving the phones plugged in all night. I was thinking that I had no clean clothes left and wondering if our gear was safe in the locked vehicle. Did he really want to know?

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