At the top of Standish, the 6 of us sauntered slowly along with the throngs of day hikers. 4 of us looked a bit different, with our 40 pound packs and we were getting some glaces of envy (or perhaps, it was sympathy) from the rest of the hikers with their tiny packs or just bottles of water.
Up at the viewpoint, we found a place to eat our prepared lunch. Pat, L and I enjoyed our cold pizza slices washed down with water. All around us, people were snapping their selfies, while we four hikers were champing at the bit to get under way.
Lunch eaten, our wives and mothers accompanied us to the edge of the path leading to the main hiking trail and fond farewells were said. I later was told that I looked nervous. I was more likely anxious to get this under way. After all, I had been planning it all for so long. As I headed down the trail, I heard someone insistently calling my name. It was my Patty. It appears I forgot to kiss her goodbye. Wait, did she not think I was coming back. OK, now I am nervous.