I wish Dad was here!

Teddy called home today, sounding fantastic. He is 178 miles into his journey, on schedule, and absolutely loving the experience.  He continues to be alone on the trail, which isn't so great all of the time.  He encounters amazing things, and is taking it all in, but has no one to immediately appreciate it with.  He said he is catching up to a hiker who seems to be about 5 days ahead of him, so, good luck with that Teddy...

The kids and I are coping well. All seems to run smoothly until one of them is told no, or doesn't get their way with something, and then the "I wish Dad was here" comment gets thrown into the conversation/argument.  (They still don't realize that wouldn't have changed the outcome).  We take turns sharing our news and events with Ted when he calls - I try to catch him up on all that is going on with us, like the kids' school events, Thomas' health progress, or that I tried to put the air conditioner in Jagger's bedroom window and it plummeted from the second story window onto the deck. The kids usually spend their phone time telling on me for "not being fair", or that it is too hot because mom did not put the air conditioners in the windows.  I guess there is nothing wrong with throwing a little drama Ted's way - he has got nothing going on but walking and more walking, some ramen, and more walking.  The good thing is that Ted is checking in and we do get to keep in touch, and wish him love and success.

So, yes - we wish Dad were here, but until he is, we are surviving, and so is he.  178 miles down, and only 2,472 to go. Keep on trekking, Scarecrow.  We love you...

The Thruhiker's Wife