June12 – Day 10 – Pomeroy to Hell’s Gate Campground
1:11 am.
The light from the gazebo was still shining brightly over our tent. I looked over at Drew and witnessed his REM sleep–eyes moving rapidly to and fro under closed lids. He has been on alert most of the night. I, too, listened to all the sounds of the night. I reached for my phone to check the time–1:11. A deep sense of peace came over me and I breathed a sense of relief. Everything was going to be okay.