A Sheltered LifeDay Four
Lauren helped me get dressed. Rather than shoulder my pack, which only hurt, I simply carried it down to the fire site. “Morning, John!” François said cheerily. “Ready for the day?” “Morning, François. Going well. You’ve got Lauren first thing, then back with me in the woods with only a map and a compass for company. “Looking forward to it!” “What’s breakfast?” “Oatmeal. Something to stick to your ribs,” Roger said. “The only way I like oatmeal is with plenty of cold milk and heaps of...