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“Did everyone get all of that written down?” Jen laughed as half of my crew looked up at her in confusion before looking back down at their journals. I had been able to keep pace with her, writing things down almost as soon as she said it. So I was done, and was able to look around at my crewmates.

I knew that I was going to miss everyone during the next day. I didn’t realize how much I was going to miss them though.

A couple of minutes later, Jen started talking again. “Now that everyone is done, those of you who have watches please hand them to me.”

I was going to have to give her my watch? I couldn’t even have that? What was the world coming to? I took off my watch with a sigh, bringing it over to Jen.

Bruce and Tullia came over with their watches, and I’m sure the look on my face matched the looks on them. We all looked like we were mourning, already missing the familiar weight around our wrists.

Just kidding. It didn’t feel right though, not having a watch.

“Thank you. Now, this is what’s going to happen. Katie and I will drop you guys off, each of you in your own campsite. You each need a tarp, a pile of para-cord, and a WAG-Bag. Get your solo food out of your food sack. Take all of your crew gear out of your backpack, and put it in that pile over there. When you are done with that, come sit down again.”

We all hurried to do what we had been told to do. I grabbed a personal tarp, and a pile of strings. I picked up a WAG-Bag, wondering what it was.

Oh. That’s what it was. That was disgusting. We needed to have special bags to poop in?

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