“When we came in, we were individuals, and we’re not leaving as nonindividuals, but we kind of melded together into ... one thought,” she said. “There’s one new person coming out, and it’s the eight of us.”
I sat down beside a bubbling stream near our campsite, dipped my feet into the cool water and wrote Rob a letter. I described to him the beauty of Colorado, the physical challenge of walking 15 to 20 miles each day and the incredible new family I had acquired in the Marchers. I ended the letter by begging him to come out and see it for himself.