The end of the dusty trail for us.The end of the dusty trail for us. And it's time for lunch. We need energy for the cross-country. Whoa, Paul! Let's eat here where we have the view." Paul came stomping back without expression. I told him, "We're going to be together for a week. You can't be a grump." He pretended to smile and sat down with his lunch. I sat down beside him and began to eat. An orange-black butterfly landed on my foot. "Look!" I shouted. "Monarch," Paul clipped. Barbara looked over "No, Paul, that's a Viceroy. See the black band on the wings?" Bill concurred. Paul jumped to his feet. "OK. That's it. I didn't want to come on this trip with a bunch of know-it-alls. And now I'm not going to. Goodbye." And he hoisted his pack and headed down the trail. I sat there in shock. |