In the morning we arise before the sun and I pull on my wet, dirt-stained shorts for the final time. As this was our last day I could have worn my sleep shorts for the final day of the hike,
I’m counting down the days, minutes, hours… Until the hike is over. Until I check my email. Until I’m wearing clean clothes again. Until my bug bites heal. Until I’m in California. Until I see my mother. A Hike Through the Costa Rican Rainforest, Days 8 and