Last night Lone Heron set out for home. I couldn’t even convince her to spend the night and head out in the morning, freshened for the long drive. She says a power nap or two, on the road, will sustain her. She is always pushing.
She spent her last minutes with Alex, collecting fossils on the desert, exhorting him to do well. I am glad I was spared the experience. I slept.
Now it is up to Alex and me to make it alone. That will be the real test. Maybe we will do better this time.
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