Forty-two days. Six weeks. That's all I've got left to get ready for the trip. A last package from the tour company is supposed to arrive soon with some goodies. A small bag or backpack (I'm not sure exactly), an expedition jacket with a zip-out lining, a flashlight, and some other assorted travel gear. When that gets here, we'll finalize our packing arrangements.
I was visiting my father this past weekend. A hurricane or tropical storm, whichever it was when it passed his area, went through the weekend before and left a bunch of limbs and debris in his yard. On Saturday I tried to help him clean it up. I was out there about an hour picking up branches and pine cones and was so drenched with sweat I looked like I had jumped into a pool with my clothes on. I was getting a headache and had to quit. My eighty year old father was still plugging away, but promised to come in soon. He did, but while my wife and son and I were at lunch, he went back out and continued working. I told him he really made me look bad, but he didn't seem too sympathetic. He may end up having to help me get around when we're hiking around some of the tour sites. That should make for some great pictures.
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