Joy Ms. Smiley emailed me earlier this week to find out if I was free for a sudden drive across the state to Camp Lejeune. Fine with me if she would make sure I could get in at least 12 miles for my Appalachian Trail. Our ninja walker Anita decided she could join us too.
Smiley said we should walk on base. I pointed out that I'm a 100+ girl in tights and I get enough hecklers in Raleigh without taking on a few thousand young men. She assured me that the only thing I would hear was, "Good morning, ma'am." With one exception, she was correct.
There are a lot of areas on base where jogging is forbidden, along with other activities. "Walking," however, is always legal. Ya-hoo!!!
The river one-third of the way through the walk. The ninja walker borrowed the jacket that gets me so much special attention in Raleigh. Doesn't work the same for ninjas.
One of the places where jogging is strictly forbidden.
The half-way point. Thanks to Mr. Preston who interrupted his golf practice to take this picture for us. The ninja walker found a souvenir by the road. Note the special coat has moved to Ms. Smiley. Will it work any better for her?
Well, she got a holler out of it.
That's something. Isn't it?
Nope, it was just Daddy keeping an eye on us. Smiley-dad and Smiley-mom wandered around the base for four-plus hours watching out for us.
The brought over some Jameson for our ninja walker. She thought it should go directly in the camel-back.
There were six more miles to be walked and then...
Food!
Eaters!!
Packing up the ninja for the drive home.
Smiley-mom and smiley-dad, providers of bunk space, transportation, and walker security. Thank you!!!
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