We're Off. Sort Of.

Sarah here.  Sorry for the delay.  It took me three weeks to crack the blog after turning it over to Bex.  Note to world:  Never trust a sister with a password.  It has a way of changing.  (Scene.  Over Fruit Loops at the Moffett kitchen table.  Sarah:  "I can't believe you changed my password."  Bex:  "What?  You needed a new one."  Sarah:  "The password to our blog does not need to be ZeubenXOXO."  Bex:  "Well, it should be.")

Anyway.  Today we leave for England.  Packing is underway in ernest.  Things are tight.  Mom is trying to decide between a jar of crunchy peanut butter and an extra pair of hiking socks. Last seen, Katie chose the hair straightener over her trail shoes.  When I suggested that hiking socks and trail shoes are a lovely amenity on a 200 mile hike, I was informed that I lacked priorities.  As for Bex, she finished packing 7 days ago.  I think she has everything.  Which, you know, makes one of us.

Further preparations are underway.  First, there is Katie's attempt at improving diplomatic relations between countries.

Second, there are our respective hiking shoes.

(I'll let you take a wild guess as to who is wearing the Chucks.)

And third, there is the plotting of stops on the map.

In a few hours, we will pile our bags into the car, grace TSA with our presence, curl up with my dear flying friends, Dramamene and Benadryl, and escape the three digit daily heat strokes for Saint Bees, England, where, last reported, it is 56 degrees. 

This is me.  Gloating.

Of course, it also has a forecast of 100% rain and 25 mile per hour winds on our first day of hiking.  Details, details, details.  (Fortunately, the girls will not see this before we leave.  Feel free not to call and tell them.)

Provided Bex does not alter the password and we survive trains, planes and automobiles to get there, we hope to send updates from the trail.  Until then, I leave you with a kindred spirit.

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;	5
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,	10
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.	15
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.	20

~ Our friend, Robert Frost.