Saturday, July 24
Two months (to the day) after I started, I arrived at Easton Mountain. Steve rode out on his motorcycle to find me - I was down the driveway. With a motorcycle escort, I arrived to the cheers and applause of the staff and the folks from the Interhelp workshop. They kept a food plate for me, and I managed to eat it after telling stories for a few hours. I'm home again.
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