BACK TO TYAX
Cold.
Waking up to frost on the ground with a distinct chill in the air I quietly thanked Craig and Jason for insisting I took the warmest and not necessarily lightest of their loaner adventure gear. Some, who had gone the lightweight route, had got up early to pace around and try to get warm in the morning sunshine, and to wipe the sleep out of their eyes.
To be honest the last day was a bit of a blur for me as I was pretty beat from the previous four weeks of non-stop work and travel, from Madeira to Santa Cruz to Colorado then Whistler. But I can remember the turns getting better and better as we got closer and closer to the pickup, the lodge and the inevitable return to the real world.
But not before we swam in the lake, had celebratory beers in the lodge bar and started talking about the next trip.
The End
